blew it!

1662.
awwww, man!
that dirty dinner update from earlier was
supposed to be the palindromic paean to
numberwang superiority,
but i just got too excited about my
brutal bellyachin' creation to make mention
of the mighty compositional milestone,
and instead lauded my own gastric distress for your
continued amusement and simultaneous disgust.
so stupid.
but you're welcome.
anyway,
y'know what's actually smart?
yuuuuuuuuuuuup.
sprankles.
my duder fabrizio hooked it up.
teleport:

two scoops of fruity whipped magic,
with ALLthe flippin' rainbow-type jauns underneath,
and candy mouse poops on top.
for real, though, he dumped all the rainbows in the cup,
pre-scoople nutrient overlay an' that,
and further took it to eleven with those rodent dootzles
all over the surface of that strawberry sorbetto jauns...
activated?
you know it, ninja.
not sure i vibe the sad paddle they provide for
gullet-shoveling efficiency.
i'm more of a cone-head in that regard.
wait...
those duders consume mass quantities!
sh!!!!!t.
the evidence supports coneheadery, y'all.
and i've got a pointed dromedary dome underneath
what's left of my hair.
it's all getting clearer, kids.
alien science, from the future.
i GOT they!
*
i'll bet you wish i was showing you some sh!t-hot
superfire sexy tattoos,
instead of sorbet every damn day.
and, well, yeah, for what it's worth-
so do i.
but i'm documenting real life, neighbors.
and on the really real ones and twos?
there's no such thing as that thing.
i do work.
and i reap those objective rewards.
and then i spend those rewards on sweet nothin'.
brightly colored goobieblop drops on cold sugar water.
that's it.
i do tattoos.
true story.
any adjectives you'd prefer i interject will have
to wait by the wayside for awhile.
when i get a shot of some new hottness,
i'll share.
in the meantime,
i'm Galt's Gulch-ing it with this:

boo-YA!
skanky spranks on some real-fruity drank?
yuuuuuuuuuuuuup.
we all want the same thing,
but i'll be damned if i'm negotiating with A*holes.
no way.
not once, not never.
instead,
you get spranks.
slowly but surely removing myself from the story.
a slow fade down a slippery slope into a deep dark hole.
one color-coded candy dot at a time.
it's all really happening,
each and every disappointing minute of it.
true story, as usual;
never quiet, never soft.....