chocolate in my peanut butter.

every ingredient,
until it's empty.
uh-huh.
that was the set list of assembly for this one duders.
for real, that's a thing-
what are measured ingredients?
they're for babies and water-drinking seahorses.
worthy warriors of dessert and destruction just
keep throwing everything they've got
onto the fire and into everything they want.
how much of this and that is correct?
well, how about-
whatever's left of the soymilk,
whatever's left of the chocolate chips in those bags,
whatever's not used up yet on that margarine stick,
however many drippy drops are left in the vanilla bottle,
a whole unopened bag of cookies,
a whole entire jar of peanut butter,
a whole holy helluva lot of activation.
too much is the precisely right amount;
and until it's all in there,
and it's all done happening,
shawn stirs it up,
and albie rock keeps adding more sh!t,
and eventually there's no more room for anything
but some expertism, some nutrients,
and some giant sprankles or mini chocolate chips
(interchangeable nomenclature, neighbors. recognize)
that's F*ing teamwork, ninjas.
eleven?
you tell me.
it's like a candy bar with a chocolate cookie underneath it!
teleportational checking account?
yuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuup:

peanut buttery chocolate density.
it's heavy, honey-baby.
like,
pounds and pounds of hard style pounding,
for my face,
and your face,
and even my homeboy todd butler's face.
who?
i just told you- my homeboy.
when a duder comes over for the first time,
i insist on making a positively impressive impression, son.
fancyboy mouth magic for his bellyhole?
yeah.
plus,
we put that soy whippety-whippy-cream-style jauns on top,
AND the microplaned german chocolate shavey-dust, too.
the object is always more, right?
i mean, after all,
we're not complete A*holes-
we're gluttons for woodsly goodness,
and for peanut butts and punishment,
in the form of headaches and cavities.
uh-huh.
we doo-doo that freaky sh!t like a whole squadron
of ferocious raging savage stormswept starving gypsy
refugees from the sh!tty cities and twin cities and everywhere else.
good people,
good food,
good times.
i'm grateful, as always,
for the time i have been given;
never quiet, never soft.....7x22+1!