goodbye, july.

and another one is all done.
one more summer month,
lightning-striking flash-in-the-pan short-circuit haywire runaway days,
all over with.
this is it, kids.
the last day, again.
who'd have guessed that time almost goes even faster when you're NOT having fun ?
awwwwww.
yeah.
you know what i AM having, though?
cake.
brownies, really.
four-sided squares of crust-edges-everywhere chocolate chunk double-fudge jauns.
mmmhmmm.
check the teleport:

yep.
that is cream chee' frosting in there,
and up there,
and all over there.
y'know why, neighbors?
because cream chee' and chocolate brownies love each other,
and who the F* am i to keep them apart?
right.
i'm NOT an A*-hole,
so i let 'em get together, and get it going on.
huh?
well, c'mon now- don't be dumb.
of course those are shaved chocolate sprankles on top.
expert recognize expert, right?
yeah!
and also,
too much is the right amount.
wordimus prime.
i know how to do it, duders.
all you've gotta do is come get one before they're all gone.
that's it.
*
treats are good for you.
they're bad for your glycemic index, true.
and they're terrible for your wasitline,
especially if you're prone to blarping out....
but otherwise,
they're good for you.
like,
your sense of well-being, or something like that.
i'm not baking because i love nutrition.
ew.
i'm baking because i love indulging.
and i love creating.
and i love sugar.
i do.
i really do.
big ol' burly five-point-frosted four-cornered brownie bombs?
uh-huh.
all good things in one stacked attack of sweetness.
i guess i'm just gonna get fat.
that's exactly what's missing in my life.
a great big doughy middle.
yuck.
i'm not gonna not bake treats, though,
rules is rules;
never quiet, never soft.