plain vanilla.

cupcakes.
yeah.
single-serving bakery magic,
in fluted patterned paper pockets.
mmmhmmm.
i think almost everyone likes cupcakes.
i mean,
unless you're an A*-hole,
you aren't hard-hearted towards cute individual frosted treats.
right?
jeez, i'm just sayin'.
don't be so grumpy about non-wedge slices of the same baked batter.
it's gonna be okay.
cupcakes, though.
i think that my coworker wayne was onto something.
he said that a superfancy elaborate triple frosted fruit-infused sparkle-magic
masterpiece of beautiful sugar crumbs and confections
is TOO pretty not to taste good.
but a plain vanilla cupcake,
as in:
no fruit injections, no chocolate shavings, no additional extraneous activators.
well,
that has to have the flavor of the future to stand on it's own.
i mean,
vanilla is some basic entry-level jauns for sure.
i took his opinion into consideration,
and then i held onto only the essence of his idea.
yep.
i mean,
i don't know if i can hang out with on-purpose demotions.
get it?
going backwards is only allowed in emotional instances.
that's berserker barbarian overreaction at it's most fundamental.
treats, however, are an additive art.
you get more expert as you develop more skills,
and you take it all to eleven, not down to five.
y'feel me?
i hope so.
check the my-way-is-the-only-way-type teleport:

triple vanilla fancies for your F*ing face!
vanilla pastry-creme-filled vanilla frosted vanilla cupcakes.
a vanilla valhalla?
maybe.
but,
i did freak 'em off with a little ponyboy/hamden warrior colorway style.
robert frost-ing green and stay-gold swirls?
yeah, you like it.
it's still just vanilla betterthanevercreme smoothness,
but with that unnecessary extra added in.
i'm like that.
springkles?
yeah.
spring-themed confetti sprankle jammies are what's up.
jammies, i said.
not jimmies.
don't be disrespectful.
i guess we'll never know if they are dope enough to excel solely
on the strength of the secret recipe, without any visual panache.....
unless you just eat one with your eyes closed!
duh.
that's it.
problem solved.
two dozen of 'em will be at the tattbomb studio today.
who's coming?
.........oh.
nobody?
cool.
it's probably better that way.
*
i've got nothing good going on,
and only harder styles than usual, even,
unfolding all along the ley lines of spirit and memory.
whoa.
maybe i'm accruing some sort of paid-in-advance penalty?
could be.
an offset-the-new-future-hottness-before-it-happens layaway?
if so,
i'll gladly keep bludgeoning my way through these interminable days
of drudgery and skullduggery and doo-doo buttery b!tchbaggery.
if it's just a savings account for brightbright brightness later on?
then i'm investing for better and better betterments with interest.
in the meantime,
i do know that i'm grinding away, every damned day.
the styles are hard,
the appointments are weak,
the respect is negligible,
and it's ALL really happening.
i'm sure it's all moving forward towards a climactic catalyst for change.
great.
more disruptions,
more upheavals,
more work....
i'm gonna need more complicated cupcakes next time.
i'm sure of it.
more is the object,
but i might object to much more of all of this.
saturation is good,
oversaturation is better,
and supersaturation is best.
maximum density is approaching at maximum speed,
and really real life isn't bracing for impact;
never quiet, never soft.....