IT’S THE ULTIMATE RECIPE. THIS DESCRIPTION WOULD DEMAND EXPLETIVES, BUT SOMETHING KNOWN AS SCHOOL-APPROPRIATE CONDUCT PREVENTS IT. EVEN ULTIMATE THINGS WILL TRY AND CONTAIN ITSELF WHEN NECESSARY. BUT THE CAPS LOCK IS NECESSARY. I CAN’T BELIEVE WE HAD A BLOG ENTRY THE DAY AFTER FINALS. A DAY WHERE WE HAD NO SCHOOL. THIS BLOG ENTRY SHOULD NOT EXIST. THEREFORE IT DOESN’T? I DON’T KNOW. THIS IS A PHILOSOPHY CLASS. YOU SHOULD KNOW BETTER. THIS IS A PRETTY DISGRACEFUL BLOG ENTRY TO BE HONEST. IT CANNOT CONTAIN THE FEELINGS OF ENDORPHINS OOZING OUT OF EVERY LAST PORE IN ONE’S BODY IN RAYS OF SHIMMERING LIGHT WITH EACH SHIMMER A MINIATURE UNICORN WITH A SMALL WIRY ITALIAN MAN SITTING ON IT WAVING A MIRROR REALLY FAST. EACH COPY OF HIM GRINS AT YOU CREEPILY, TWIDDLING THEIR MUSTACHES WITH SUCH SPEED THEY NEARLY CATCH ON FIRE. YOU CAN FEEL THE CREEPY AWKWARDNESS, BUT ARE TOO BUSY BEING PREOCCUPIED BY THE ENDLESS CARNIVAL IN YOUR HEAD. YOU CAN FEEL YOUR NOSE HAIRS IN YOUR NOSTRILS ENTWINE WITH EACH AROMA, AS EACH OF THEM MAKE SHADY DEALS TO TAKE YOU ON A JOURNEY. A JOURNEY TO A WORLD OF WARM CHOCOLATEY GOODNESS WHERE THERE ARE WATERFALLS, NAY, ENTIRE WATER CYCLES IF THE WATER WAS NOT WATER AND INSTEAD MOLTEN CHOCOLATE. IT WOULD BE KNOWN AS A CHOCOLATE CYCLE THEN. CAN YOU TASTE IT? NO YOU CAN’T. YOU HAVE NEVER TASTED IT. YOU WILL NEVER TASTE IT. THE ULTIMATE RECIPE IS THAT COOKIE. THAT DELICIOUS COOKIE IN YOUR HEAD. THE PERFECT PROTOTYPE OF A COOKIE. IT JUST GOT LIKE INCEPTION. YOU KNOW YOU CAN FEEL THAT WARM MOIST COOKIE IN YOUR HAND, FRESH FROM THE OVEN WITH THE SMELLS STILL LINGERING IN THE TOASTY AIR. AS YOU TAKE A BITE THE SOFTNESS MELTS IN YOUR MOUTH AND CRUMBLES INTO NOTHING BUT SENSORY TRIGGERS, TRIGGERING ALL THOSE PLEASURE SPOTS YOU NEVER KNEW YOUR MOUTH HAD. YOU SAVOR EACH BITE UNWILLINGLY, MILK OR NO MILK, IT DOESN’T MATTER. THE COOKIE WAS ALREADY PERFECT. ONLY THE PERFECT MILK WILL WASH IT DOWN.
TOO BAD YOU WILL NEVER HAVE THAT EITHER.
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