The chocolate resurrector

Plunged in the enchanted obscurity that blankets his facial features like a veil of shame, the chocolate resurrector bravely challenges the lowest common denominator to a mean-spirited sword duel between abundance and scarcity.

Defeated in what felt like a high-pitched duet in a cross country race to the top of a sugary skyscraper, the rebel with the hooded dome enslaved a flock of punk hummingbirds to cross-stitch the inflicted cuts until they give up their immoral confections for immortality.

He will now have to eternally live in denial of his true sweetness while fending off the uppercuts of the twelve hundred siamese twins born out of the frivolous gentrification inside a time capsule like a liposuction sucking out all his freckles, spots, pimples and eventually his whole identity.