fail.

my blueberries were too juicy.
huh?
no, really.
that's a thing.
i made a batch of gooey blue crap, kids.
i did.
that's a true story,
and those are all i tell.
the blueberries, though.
sweet, with a splash of lemon, a dash of vanilla, a scoop of sugar,
and a slurry of cornstarch to jam 'em up in preparation for the oven.
but that wasn't how it went.
they bubbled up and over and out,
and instead of super elite flaky buttery sweet piecrusty tartlets,
i got a sloppy poopie purple ruin,
and just about the ugliest mess i've had to muscle down in months.
check the this-is-what-happens-when-you-suck-type teleport:

awwwwwwwwwwwww.
i ate that whole mess, neighbors.
mmhmm.
it tasted fantastic,
even it looked like a field of photo-negative lava sinkholes.
the crusty cups were great.
it was the tops that were exploded and eroded,
so that the fancy business i'd begun took a hot sh!t swandive over the sides
and onto the bottom of the oven.
ugly and dope is great when we're discussing people and animals,
but delicious and disgusting-looking just doesn't cut it with foodstuffs.
it seems there's a theme here-
failure despite sound underlying practices.
damn.
i smashed 'em down,
and tomorrow,
i'll try again.
the less-than-expert results are more helpful than the fully-activated ones.
what i'm doing wrong is more important than what i'm doing right.
believe me,
most of the time,
nobody even notices all the responsible, respectable ordinary things i do;
but they sure never ever forget the barbarian bigmouth bulldozer action
when i'm in the full-tilt ball-out balls-deep destructomatic be-dopeness.
i guess i'll have to thicken my berries,
and temper my temper,
in order to become more unnoticeable in my reliable daily routine.
uh-huh.
static blends into the background,
loud, fresh, hardness imjects the dynamic motion that makes the magic happen.
i'll stay loud, fresh, and hard, with ALL my styles for a while longer,
and see if it doesn't clear up, burn off, and turn up.
it's all got to keep really happening-
what else even is there?
word;
never quiet, never soft.....