where've i been?

shuuuuuuuut up.
where've YOU been?
because where i've been is gettin' busy,
heading into the future,
and getting ready for my favorite time.
that's where the heck I'VE been.
and i've been in my kitchen, baking,
and i've been on my kitchen floor, making,
and i've been at the tattbomb studio faking my enthusiasm,
and also,
genuinely working on projects when there's no work.
i should've brought some today,
instead,
it was all walk-ins, all damned day long....
and seriously,
that was the lamest part.
well,
that and the weather.
y'know?
it was lightly breezin',
and sunny,
and warmish,
and nothing at all like yesterday when i was trying to paint
and glue and shape and mold and tape and paint some more...
the high humidity and the dirty biting cold downpours weren't helping at all.
so,
the perfect weather, today,
was a solid five-fingered palmslap in the face of being finished with costumes an' that.
hmmmmmm?
no,
i'm not finished, all the way,
but i was all the way finished with today's costume.
today?
yeah.
today.
three days of hallowe'en, neighbors.
that's a thing.
or,
it is if you actually love hallowe'en and aren't just talking up some bullsh!t
to inflate your actual real-life enthusiasm.
y'heard?
woooooooooooord.
so,
i may also have been pretty busy in the oven area of my workspace, too,
in between trips to the stores, anyway.
mmmhmmmm.,
because what's up with treats?
right?
loctobery hottness needed to happen in my mouth,
and i think we all know what was the most necessary action to activate.
yes.
that's correct.
vegan pumpkin chee'cake.....

check the teleport:
aren't you glad you scrolled down past all those dumb words?
yeah.
i thought you would be.
extra buttery cinnamon graham crackery crustiness,
and super-firm soft deep, rich, sexy pumpkin magic filling.
what?
oh, that.
well,
it just so happens that it's cinnamon vanilla butterscotch drizzle,
and it's the F*ing big business.
no joke.
and with a goobieblop of soya-whippedy creme on top?
mmmmmmmmmmm.
breakfast at the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress went to eleven.
yep.
***********
chee'cake first thing in the morning?
expert.
that was, like, just right.
but,
no sleep the night before?
that's not even close to good.
and then, when you factor in the whole week before that,
staying up late,
and forgetting to eat,
and burning myself,
and huffing fumes,
and stressing out to the limits of sanity over minutiae ,
all of it, all the time,
just so i could go to the studio, and tattoo random, unimpressed strangers?
mmmhmmm.
real life always prevails.
all that work, largely unnoticed.
that's what being a woodsly goodsly warrior poet is all about, i s'pose.
live away from like-minded people,
try harder, be louder, and participate more than they do,
and then watch as the results pale in comparison to the effort.
....and eventually disappear.
it's all really happening.
that's the whole point;
never quiet, never soft.....