chocolate for breakfast?

yeah.
chocolate for breakfast.
sometimes,
if there's gonna be cake just laying there,
looking all delicious and sassy and inviting,
you've got to fire up a slice for your face.
i mean,
you've GOT to, right?
mmhmm,
well, i do, too.
and i did.
and you know something else?
yes.
it was worth it.
check the well-balanced-type teleport:

yeeeeeeaaaaahhhhhh.
chocolate cocoa cake,
with chalky fattie blops of cream chee' cookiedough,
and chocolate chips on top.
that's how you know it's good.
baby choco chiplets are so cute,
but, they're still considered big when they're supposed to be sprankles.
yup.
that's expert size-correspondent science, i think...
it went down so smooth, neighbors,
with a hot cuppa super strong steeped irish breakfast tea.
that's the beverage of choice at the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress.
for realsies.
i guess what i mean is,
i may have sliced my thumb up a bit,
getting some super-sized strawberries ready for sugaring.
there will be strawberry treats as long as those mutha-F*ers
are on in-season in-store super sale, for sure.
(strawberries look like hearts, and sometimes tongues. i like that)
anyway,
even with a severed digit,
a big ol' vat of tea, and a thick slab of chocolatey cake
makes the morning times pretty flippin' great.
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friends,
i've got a whole bunch of wildlife enjoying the habitable hospitality
of my run-down grounds and the auspicious eaves of my homestead.
i mean it-
there's a grey fox skulking 'round in the nights!
there're chipmunks making nests inside of the tall stumps in my garden!!
i've got bats eating mosquitoes already!!!
and i've got birds and their babies nesting, resting, warbling,
and all that sort of flighty wingedness all along the treeline
surrounding my lands and lair in this woodsly goodness!!!!
nature wins.
every time.
and right now,
there is so much fauna flourishing around my flora.
it's pretty much a wonderland of squirrels and moles and shrews, too.
all sorts of animal life is returning after that total A*-hole winter.
it's about time.
i'm spreading seeds,
and i'm luring them in.
i'll have a trained, tamed menagerie of battle beasts and war birds by autumn.
that's the plan;
never quiet, never soft.....