that thickfreakness

mocha is dope!
that's real..
coffee and chocolate always get me amped up,
and ready to rock the party with a big batch of shark gluttony.
i mean it.
i can't get enough.
now,
that's a fact, but y'know what else is a fact?
coffee oreo is my thing.
word up.
so,
when i'm deep in the pie zone,
and i can do anything i want,
and make whatever tickles my tastebuds into a reality
with just a food processor and an oven?
i GOTTA do it.
and i did just that.
check the teleport:

c'mon!!
chocolate graham crackers are so black.
and when you add cocoa to 'em,
and instant coffee, and butter, and sugar, and vanilla,
just to have the crust be as burly and expert as everything else?
mmmhmmmmm.
that's a precursor, a harbinger, an omen, even,
of the next-level hottness awaiting you with each and every bite.
oreos are accidentally vegan, which is rad,
and when my ampy d has a six pack stashed in the cupboard?
well,
i claim eminent domain,
and they become property of the sovereign nation-state,
donated to the greater (woodsly) goodness of Folk Life & Liberty.
ha!
mocha oreo is one thing more than the perfect ten of coffee-oreo,
and when you're at eleven,
there's no where else to go-
so you've got to take eleven just a bit further with MORE activation.
i got the chocolate drizzlin' holdin' 'em down,
and mocha frosting sprucing it up,
and the creamiest puddin'y spontaneous fuego i could muster with almost no notice.
i put a pack of chocolate chips in with coffee extract, reduced coffee syrup,
a package of pressed silken tofu,
cocoa, instant coffee, vanilla, and powdered sugar,
just for really giving out the diabetic comas to the unsuspecting but expectant eaters
of my edible excellence.
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neighbors,
i love pie.
i truly do.
and yes,
i'd love some more of it,
but this treat was devoured waaaaaay too fast for me to thoroughly enjoy.
plus,
i made the mistake, as per my normal modus operandi,
of sharing it with take-it-for-grantedonators from the surroundings
of tattzappity shackin' up.
awwwwww.
nobody likes to tell me how good my treats are,
but they sure do shovel it all down their gullets pretty quickly.
i'll just assume they're too busy munchin'  to spare a breath for praisin'.
the empty pan tells me all i need to know.
this is what i do,
and i doubt i could stop it if i tried my hardest;
never quiet, never soft.....