chocolate is still good for you.

chocolate!
that doodiecranklin' dark darkness, duders.
y'know?
i mean that rich, deep, decadent jauns that makes the ladies lose their minds.
haha.
y'know?
yeah.
that's what i'm talking about.
chocolate.
that sh!t is good for you.
the thing of it is,
it's october, and that means that jusssst chocolate, all by itself,
isn't a thing for another twenty-something days still.
i mean, c'mon.
october means pumpkins,
and rules is rules.
awwwww.
now, don't go getting all sad, neighbors,
i still made it work.
the best of both worlds, a straight up thunderclap-slap of that choco-licious
loveliness, and the orange-tinted tastiness of pumpletastical pleasure,
combined to make something greater than the singular,
especially for you and me and us (but not them).
friends,
check the new-hottness-type teleport:

wordimus.
ring cake,
pumpkin style, subtly spiced, light brown sugared,
and filled with a superior strafing of miniature chocolate chips.
yup.
chocolate chip pumpkin cake is now back on the map.
the outer shell, however, goes to eleven.
vanilla-bean blasted dark chocolate cocoa-strengthened ganache,
one hundred and fifty-five percent mutha-b~!tching expert.
that's real.
and then, because too much is the right amount,
chocolate AND vanilla better-than-evercreme frosting,
with color-match october-rusty orange tinting,
and fall sparkle-magic big sugar crystal sprankles.
i got that pure-being kaBOOOOOOMfire for your tastebuds, broskis.
believe it.
chocolate three ways with pumpkin sugar and spice in between 'em,
and candy glitter?
c'mon.
that's dope.
you can have some, if you'd like,
but as always, you'll have to come to me to get it.
that's just the way it has to be.
the mountain-dwelling hermit guru doesn't come on down and mingle-
for real,
who'd want to listen to him if anybody could?
an obvious inaccessible focus is best the way to build anticipation and appreciation.
that elusive and exclusive jauns is what's good for you,
when you're good at being a mountain-dwelling hermit.
i hope that's true,
otherwise,
i'm just some horse's A*-hole on a hillside in the northern woodsly goodness
making cakes that nobody but me care about.
awwwwwwww.
i'm not too worried about it,
because even in the worst possible scenario,
that still means more cake for me.
there's always a bright spot in there,
and there's always more cake.
it's all really happening,
from the manly white mountaintops to the sleepy little acorns on the ground,
there's a time, and a place, for all of it.
i'm here, and there's plenty of slices to share.
i'm SO sure i'll see y'all soon;
never quiet, never soft.....