MEMORIAL DAY

once again,
i can feel the pull of the full moon in my heartbeat.
the ultramagnetized iron-filled hydraulic blood-pressure cooker,
pulsing and pumping the lava-spit-piss-and-vinegary vitriol
from the hot and fiery furnace deep in my body,
being whorled in a maelstrom of devious dervish spins and turns,
at breakneck velocity, to the surface of my skin,
so that today is going to be some kind of experience for myself and those around me.
y'know?
i mean, yeah, man-
some folks believe that the fullest moons have a lunatic lure,
drawing out the battle-beastly werewolfen mercurial mien in snarls and sneers
and red-tinged rictus
for those few days a month when the blue light is bounced back
from the solid circle in the sky.
maybe that's a thing. it could be a thing.  ...it for sure feels like a thing.
wild wolfman warrior poetry,
written during this doused, drenched, and draggled holiday weekend,
where the whole spot is packed and stacked with people from away,
clogging the arteries of the entire town
with cars and carriages and rudimentary manners at best-
it's ALL really happening.
today is the day, though.
anybody who hasn't left yet will be out and off and on their way this morning.
and we'll have our town back again until next weekend-
i'm only marginally affected by the influx of F*s over the summer.
after all, i don't go anywhere.
the slight inconvenience of longer lines at the grocery store and at the coffee shop
isn't enough to bring me down that much, since my social interactions are limited
by design in all spaces save AMPERSAND TATTOO.
...and really,
that's my place, so if werewolfing is what i'm dong when i'm there?
then that must be part of the charter, bro.
rules is rules.
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we are what we do, right?
far more than what we think, our actions define us.
thinking good thoughts but still being destructive, even self-destructive,
is going to paint a truer picture than any words could.
good intentions and wrong actions cancel out.
y'wanna be a wild, roaming wolf-skin berserker?
alright.
but you'd better be aiming yourself in a positive direction,
and battling against something sh!ttier than just your own demons, y'feel me?
we ALL get a choice, neighbors.
it's not as if the full moon is a surprise- it's a timeline that follows a pattern,
and patterns can be predicted and anticipated and acted upon accordingly.
if i'm going to shed my skin, it'll be to renew myself,
not to diminish myself.
real talk.
i'll be at work today, just like every day,
doing SOMEthing worthwhile, and counting down to the bright bright bright nighttiime
where the firmament is illuminated and i can see clearly where i'm headed.
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oh.
did i lose you up there?
bummer.
ANYway,
i made some breakfast muffins.
nothing crazy.
just your classic yumum morning magic for my face.
uh-huh.
blueberry lemon jauns, actually.
because lemons are for sourpusses,
and a set of ferocious bloobs seems to be the standing order these days.
...yikes.
no? oh, c'mon.
teleport:

MMMMMMMM.
here's all the steps, in order:
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BLOOOOBERS AND CITRON!
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preheat the oven to 361℉ (sike. 350 is fine)
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in a medium mixing bowl, cream together:
3/4 cup brown sugar;
1 tsp vanilla;
1/2 tsp salt;
3/4 tsp lemon extract;
1 stick (8T) vegan butts.
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mix well,
and sift in:
2 1/4 cups flour;
1/4 cup tapioca flour;
zest of 1 lemon;
1 1/4 cups frozen maine-style wild bloobs;
1 tsp ea. bakin' powpow and soda;
stir in 2/3 cup non-dairy yogurt,
and 2/3 cup non-dairy milk,
AND 3 T lemon juice.
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mix well,
and add to greased muffin tins,
i had small-small and small-medium sizes, and this made 48 total.
baked for about half an hour, you'll have spongy, soft, sweet, tart,
tangy little bitty bites of miniature supersexxxy morning glory,
and you will NOT regret it...
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i could stay home today.
hold on- i'm the boss.
i could stay home a lot of days-
but i won't.
instead,
the studio is gonna get a HARD once-over,
and i'll be taking walk-ins as they walk in.
staying home sucks balls, y'all-
i don't get nearly enough of a return on yard work
to climb into the overgrown shrubbery and start snipping.
this house is haunted,
but by the spirit and memory of it's current owner.
if it LOOKS the part, it'll serve to keep away the curious,
and leave my bullheaded bull terrier and i to ourselves.
we've got howling to do,
we've got prowling to do,
we've got befouling to do.
it's happening, and by tomorrow, when the moon is ALL the way full,
we'll be gnashing, smashing, and slashing our way from dusk til dawn,
and we'll arrive at daybreak as a couple of new and improved dudes.
this is it, and that's all there is to it;
never quiet, never soft.....