get it?

treats!
who doesn't love a good sweet box?
ummmm.
i mean,
sugary goodness is like a soothing balm for your senses,
in the same measure as it is sh!t for your smile.
cavity creeps,
check the teleport:

awwwwwwwwwwwww.
neighbors,
i like my candy to match my heart and mind-
black, slimy, and disgusting.
yuck.
no jokes,
i like those jet-colored ebony wince-squinting treacle-tubes.
you say licorice, they say liquorice,
we all say lickerish.
actually,
nobody says that, but maybe the should start?
i dunno.
i rep a 454 (gram) big block of black blops though, yo.
that's real.
the b.l. is a slippery slope of yin-yangy goodness for your face.
i mean,
you know it's got at least three kinds of sugar in it,
but it's still pretty hard to enjoy.
it's supposed to be a treat, but it sure seems tricky to me.
yup.
i'm teaching myself a lesson,
over and over and over,
about hard-styles and bad tastes in my mouth.
eventually the sweet will beat the bitter and the black-toothed anise grin
of black annis in her bower will shower me with the intrinsically intricate
reward of clearer vision.
the truesight to overcome oversight,
and see clearly that no matter how good something is supposed to be,
sometimes it actually just kinda sucks.
building up my immunities,
so i can act with impunity all the mutha-lickin' licorice whippin' time.
recognize.
australia contains everything that's the most poisonous.
it should come as no surprise that's where my cube of coiled oils
and black-strapping molasses assets come from.
iocane liquorice?
i'm pretty sure that's a thing;
never quiet, never soft.....