mackin'.

i put my mack-hand down hard on treats, neighbors.
because i know what time it is-
mmhmmm.
coconut o'clock.
that's right.
don't think so?
you might be an A*-hole.
in fact, you'd better check your timepiece,
see?
i told you.
coconuts for your butts.
check the early-a.m.-activation-type teleport:

yup.
all the shredded coconut flakes,
in fancy rich person unsweetened sexiness,
with coconut, wheat, and tapioca flours to bind it up,
a little raw sugar,
a lot of maple syrup, vanilla,
and maple extract(which has all the power in it, kids).
all together, moistened up with coconut milk.
that's the big action right there.
then,
because too much is the right amount....
i ground up some vanilla beans, and melted them into some dark chocolate,
and hit all of it off with a splash of coconut milk,
and drizzled that ropey dopeness all over their F*in' flaky selves.
i took it to eleven because i'm expert.
and that's no joke.
there are still a few left.
maybe.
if i see you, i see you, and whatever happens happens.
hopefully,
it'll be macaroon snack-attackin' solidarity,
and not a mack-hand backhand for your face.
life unfolds like a fist into a slap;
never quiet, never soft.....