coff' coff'.

oh man!
y'know what i want?
coffee cake.
yuuuuuuup.
a crumbly slab of soft and sensual sour-creme hottness.
that's no joke.
i love the stuff, and i usually pursue what i love,
as hard as i can, to the exclusion of everything else,
until my fixation requires me to turn against it.
i love it so much that i hate it.
ha.
the thing is, neighbors-
i have all the ingredients, and the know-how, and the wherewithal,
AND the determination to make some magic happen whenever i want,
and right now?
i want that coffee-style cake in my face.
lucky for me, i've got it readily at-the-ready already.
check the morning-repast-type teleport:

kaBOOOMfire!
what?
streusel?
c'mon, kids.
i'm not even trying to hear about streusel.
not when i've got lemon juice and lemon extract and powdered coconut,
and coconut creme combined and refined into the best frosting
your mouth has ever masticated, man.
and that's the truth.
frosty frosted,
and then dressed up with shredded coconut and lemon zest sprankles,
because i am not an A*-hole,
and i know what's good.
sure,
the frosting is a tiny bit wetter than usual,
but the crumb is so traditionally old-fashioned that a little bit of spare juice
balances out the moisture ratio,
and makes all the bites the best one.
mmmmmm.
i loooooooove treats.
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the search for the perfect shark-bullet continues.
it's not exactly fun,
but it has already distracted me from the hollow scoop of friendlessness
that informed my decicion in the first place.
y'feel me?
i don't even have a dog yet,
and he's already taking up enough time to disregard the absence of others
in my after-work routine.
is that expert?
jeez.
probably not.
but,
it's all still really happening anyway.
more of all of this is all of what there is;
never quiet, never soft.....