yellow sun.

berries.
berries and sugar.
berries and sugar and lemon zest and lemon juice.
and when i say berries?
i mean big ol' fisty-punchy handfuls of those little globes of fruity hottness.
and i don't mean multiple jauns of one variety, either.
no way.
i'm taking about blackberries, strawberries, raspberries, and blueberries.
ALL of 'em, mixed together in a wildstyle harvest basket of ripened glory;
fired up in a pot and simmered to pectin-producing perfection,
in that lemony zesty juicy sugar syrup especially for placing in a prepared piecrust.
that's right.
y'know why, neighbors?
because it's linzertorte time.
c'mon.
check the teleport:

almond meal, and coarse-ground almonds, raw sugar,
blended with a bit of oat flour to smooth it out,
and bound together with lemon zest, lemon juice, vanilla, and butters.
tarts are for experts,
and expert recognize expert.
therefore,
if you're the type to bring the thunder and the lightning and the hot fire?
mmmhmmmm.
you should feel free to come and get yourself a slice of this tasty little treat.
yeah.
don't worry-
consider your active participation your backstage pass to tart-town.
you know i'll know you when i see you, if you get what i'm gettin' at.
word.
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by the way,
if we haven't met, yet....
i'm gonna warn you about a little something that happens
when i'm tattzappin' along every day at the studio.
y'ready?
ok.
i talk about buttholes.
a lot.
nothing especially graphic, necessarily.
but,
definitely that word: butthole.
it's true.
somebody recently said i talk about buttholes too much.
and, damn, man,
if that wasn't encouraging, i don't know what you think would be.
after all,
too much is the right amount.
yep.
that means i'm working my plan, i guess.
it'd maybe be nice to be known for some of what i'm actually adept at,
but i guess i'm the butthole guy.
turns out, i may be an A*-hole, after all.
just not in the way i thought.
my styles are hard styles,
because those are the only kind i create.
i don't want to talk about sports, drinking alcohol, television,
local gossip, celebrity gossip,
or the comparative joys of parenthood and pet ownership-
i will, however, talk about that wrinkledot with everybody.
i know what i know,
and i do what i do-
everything else is just window dressing;
never quiet, never soft.....