mocha, sorta.

how much cocoa is enough cocoa?
yup.
too much cocoa.
obviously.
too much is the right amount,
especially when we're talking about that brown magic.
turns out, the more chocolaty hottness you add,
the more satanic the devilishness of the food-cake gets.
mmhmm.
devil's food is new to me,
and i don't know actually what that is supposed to be....
there are no tormented sinners in my kitchen,
besides me,
and i'm not climbing into any batter anytime soon.
i'd sooner go straight to hell.
oh.
i see.
yeah.
well,
i used thirty-three% MORE cocoa than usual,
and i shaved up and added in some chunky chocolate, too,
for melty thickness in the crumb of my bundt, baby.
that's right.
i kept it blacker than black,
and took it back to my origins.
check the devil's-own-type teleport:

yum4tum, F*ers.
and that's so much coffee on there, too, neighbors.
that's right.
espresso was the liquid used to dissolve the confectioners' sugar.
instant coffee snuck in there, too, for added activation.
plus,
when i needed to make sure it went to eleven?
uh-huh.
vanilla and coffee extract.
expert.
was that enough?
no way.
there's never enough.
so,
i took a handful of caramel turtle sprankles,
and gave that butthole-shaped bomb a little something extra.
you know you like it.
it's so rich,
it's out of your pay-grade, friends.
but,
there is still a slice or three left,
if you're in the woodsly goodness and need a little somethin' to see you through.
really.
***********
and it's already saturday again,
and it's already full-moon time again.
the pregame insomnia is in full effect.
i haven't slept well in a little minute,
and the big dark discs around my eyes have me looking especially skeletal.
yuck.
long nights,
and hard styles,
and tough workdays,
and worse weeknights.
i mean it.
this one has been a dumb one,
and i can't hang out with that.
maybe tonight, maybe tomorrow,
the big action will come back around again.
i'll have a faceful of cake and a handful of wrench,
and a respirator mask on, too.
the fumes were really wrecking my eyes and my nose and my brainwaves.
werewolves and waterpistols, y'all.
this is what happens when real life doesn't really give a sh!t;
never quiet, never soft.....