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it's true. i've gone. i'm smoking a lot. of pot. i hope i'm not too dumb tomorrow. i'll let you know. i have xanax. in my belly. soon, my blood. my brain? i don't know how it works. fuck it. i know what it does. and cherries. i ate a buttload of cherries. $9 of organic bing cherries. just sat down and smoked a bongload and watched galaxy quest and ate cherries. a pound and a half of them. i wrote a song. i can't tell if it is good or not because i am too high. i should say, i can't tell if i think it is good or not. your actual mileage may vary. it's one of those an hour with an acoustic guitar and a microphone type things. as opposed to one of those three hours with some else's bad poetry, some drum samples, the bass and the keyboard type things. not that any of this matters to anyone but me. double entendre. what's her face interviewing some other what's her face on NPR today. some double entendre laced song called 'the right tool for the job'. la te da. ha. la te da. HAHAH! LA TE DA FUCKO!! la te da. WHAT YOU DO FUCKO? WHY YOU FUCK WRITE WEDNESDAY NIGHT? HAHAH!? FUCKO! FARQ!! WHY YOU FUCK POT ALL ALONE?!? HAHAHA eat ass. OO!! FUCKO!! ASS EAT?! AHAHH!! FUCKO!! EAT FUCK CUNT COCK ASS! EAT HAHAH! FUCK HAHAH!! FUCKO!! HAHAHA. zatzix 1 2 3 1 2 3 1 2 3 zgaeetzeieex repeats. she is pencil written in the margins of my book she is pencil written between words between lines. when i am harold she is my purple crayon, except at the end when harold drops it. when i fly she is the hollow in my bones, and the foil of my wings. when i paint she is the light reflected and the light absorbed. she is the space between who i am and who i want to be. AHAHAHH FUCKO!! FANCY POET SELF FUCKASS? HAHAHA!! YOU PANSY FUCK!! HAHAH!!! FUCKO BITCH DOG FUCKO!! HAHAH. fuck you, you ass. HHAHAHA!! FUCK ASS YOU FUCK AHAHH!! FUCKO!! YOU MAKE SO LITTE SENSE! AHAH!! YOU LUCKY!! AHAHH! YOU DUMB FUCKO LUCKY YOU MAKE IT AT ALL!! AHAHAH !! MAKE IT!! HAHAH. doesn't the agression get boring? doesn't the meaningless dominant bullshit get annoying? don't you wish you didn't exist? hmm? don't you know where peace lies? AHAH!! PEACE A ASS MAYBE!! HHAHAH! FUCKS PIECE ASS CUNT!! HAAHH!! BEAVER ASS!! HAHAHAHA! saoegmegtnrimeeers fibb headfveh egnos bgidaeewa vwfehov fri hangm. |
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Many people claim they don't want to live, or I don't want to exist but if they truly ment that they'd cease to exist like many do. |
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Don't underestimate the power of the self-preservation instinct and the fear of pain. And I hope you don't ever tell people "You don't really wanna die, or you'd have done it by now." At one time, that likely would have been what I needed to get the courage up to do it... or the cowardace. |
probably not a good idea. no, i'm glad i exist. and no, i don't have the power to make me not exist. and yes, spider, outburst. |
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i could hear the church bells ringing they pealed aloud your praise the members' faces were smiling with their hands outstretched to shake it's true they did not move me my heart was hard and tired their perfect fire annoyed me i could not find you anywhere could someone please tell me the story of sinners ransomed from the fall? i still have never seen you, and some days i don't love you at all the devoted were wearing bracelets to remind them why they came some concrete motivation and the abstract could not do the same but if all that's left is duty, i'm falling on my sword at least then i would not serve an unseen distant lord could someone please tell me story of sinners ransomed from the fall? i still have never seen you, and some days i don't love you at all if this only a test i hope that i'm passing, 'cause i'm losing steam but i still want to trust you peace be still |
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i am planning a roadtrip, actually. my first year is almost up and the advice is to get away during your vacations. i'm thinking somewhere around late august/early september. not during labor day because that would be awful. and j, it is my belief that if you can get a person laughing, it will help diminish the depression. hopefully your son will get better. |
watching whanu and friends come together to mourn was enough to put me off following - as much as i hated living without him, i knew it would hurt others too much, and going to his tangi, and watching his little bro throw himself on the coffin bawling, his mum trying to be strong, but hugging me every day with red rimmed eyes.... urgh whatever |
shit. release my ass from the prison of your pincher clutch. what a farce. |
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i'm a little jealous. i'm looking for an opportunity. |
say, have you ever eaten at a kooky diner called Margies in SLO? we ate at one in Goleta...the sign said "serious eaters only" and well...I think I was a serious eater. |
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if it's the place i'm thinking, i've eaten there more than once. good stuff. way too much. |
"Dave says...IF you don't like the grits you can kiss my grits" or "Good Coffee $1.75 GREAT Coffee $1.75" yes...indeed way to much food. but it was worth noting. the pancakes were pretty damn good. |
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i'm pretty sure we're talking about the same chain. |
especially the clumpy-dry parts chewy sorry, it's true |
do you go sweet and creamy or salt and peppery with your grits? |
i once made a large man pee his pants because of the way i was eating my grits. i'm quite proud of that. |
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I have stated this before,and have not changed my opinion: Grits are weird.and okra is hairy and slimey These are not the foods of the Gods. |
FOOD OF SATAN: 1. Grits (Someone did sneak the baked cheesey grits past me once, but never again). 2. Green Bean Cassorole 3. Stuffing of any form. Either stove top or home made... nasty nasty nasty (especially the slimey shit) 4. Chicken and Rice Cassorole (chicken, rice, cream of mushroom soup and cream of chicken soup cooked in a crock pot all day, evil punishment in some countries) 5. 7 layer salad 6. Asparagus 7. Cream of Mushroom Soup 8. Fried Okra Food of God: 1. PACIFIC Red Snapper (ONLY PACIFIC RED) 2. Anything not listed above. |
I admit not having any particular liking myself for grits, okra or collared greens, but man I love cornbread and biscuits, and a good barbecue. |
Anything at all that icludes some sort of soggy bread IE Biscuits and gravy, Open faced gravy meat and mash potatoes over bread.....*shudder* And yes, I have taken a lot of guff for my pallet, but I do have an afinity for BBQ, Fried Potatoes and Onions, ham and beans and fried chicken |
biscuits & gravy are great. cornbread, jalapeno cornbread, hushpuppies, ro-tel cheese dip, karo nut pie, heavenly hash, apple brown betty, glorified rice, mississippi mud, divinity, pralines...can't have most of this stuff anymore. i do miss decent southern cooking. i miss it like you can't believe. southern cooking i'm NOT into: chitterlings (chitlins), poke salad, anything involving racoon or opossum, head cheese (souse), fried green tomatoes, collard greens. when i was growing up, a few regional specialties were fried dill pickles, hot pickled okra, frito chili pie, muscadine (or scuppernon) jelly, and chocolate gravy. i'd damn near sell my soul for chocolate gravy on homemade biscuits. either muscadine or scuppernon jelly is fine. frito chili pie can be good, depending on how it's made. pickled okra can be good if it actually comes out crisp & was pickled w/ peppers. but fried dill pickles suck...not recommended. |
i can't understand not liking asparagus. |
oh god it sounds breakfast at my grandparents. as a kid my grandma tought me to sweeten up my cream of wheat that way...where as my grandpa would spout something like that...about yankees messing up their cream of wheat (or grits) with sugar, cream or butter. I like it both. But grits tend to be more naturally salty so I go ahead and pepper them up. i dont know how anyone cant dig a chicken and rice combo...its so neutral and unoffensive. its comfort food. same for bicsuits and gravy or mashed taters and gravy....fucking weird trace...these are the foods that aren't offensive. if those simpel things make you shudder, i can only imagine what some california cuisine might do to you. as ive said i grew up on southern food and was never served possum, chitlins, i dont even know wtf poke salad is, nor head cheese or most of the other items you mention. probably more regional. usually i was served things like chicken friend steak, all kinds of beans, cucumbers swimmin in vinegar, cornbread, greens doused with hot sauce, sliced tomatoes with pepper, squash casserole etc.... man im kinda need to back to GA. |
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BISCUITS AND GRAVY GRITS TRUCK STOP CORNBREAD GREENS CHICKEN AND RICE OLD DINER LADY |
good thing you missed head cheese. the shit's nasty. it's made from just what you'd think...a hog's head. it's done so as not to waste the meat on the head & face. possum & coon are both pretty wretched. it's fed to politicians every year down in gillett, AR. the gillett coon supper. i swear. bill clinton & every other politico who's ever hustled for statewide votes will get dragged to the gillette coon supper...it's a big deal. & may god help you if you don't eat a plateful of coon while you're there. i've eaten cream of wheat yankee-style, w/ sugar & milk, & truthfully prefer it that way. but grits w/ sugar? i just can't even imagine it. other classic southern cuisine arguments: sugared cornbread vs. non-sugared cornbread. sugared vs. non-sugared iced tea. there's also the dry vs. wet BBQ argument, or the never-ending quarrel of whether or not mustard should be introduced into a potato salad. as for pickled okra, there's nothing nastier than slimy okra. when pickled, it should be very crisp. there's only one brand of store-bought pickled okra i've found that i really like...and of course, i can't think of the name of it right now. i think it might be "talk o' texas"...you can get it in any store around here. the hot variety is best. pug & i have sat around & demolished entire jars of it before. |
My mom used to eat milk with bread or crackers in it. GAG. Chicken Cassarole is gross at best. Slimy rice, soggy chicken, and it has cream of mushroom soup in it. Cooking all day... I miss my mom's home made spaggetti. Home made meat balls and meat loaf, man do I miss those. And chicken fried steak. HEAD CHEESE (sure you want to know this?) BOILED HEAD OF PIG, TAKE BRAINS OUT, ALA HEAD CHEESE. No way. Asparagus is NASTY. Love Frito Pie. Not sure what collard greens are either, but they do not sound very good. Never tried chitterlings (chitlins), poke salad, anything involving racoon or opossum, head cheese (souse), fried green tomatoes, collard greens, pickled okra, etc not sure I want to. I miss fresh whole milk, with the cream floating on top, and farm fresh brown eggs, and you cannot beat the tomatoes or corn that comes from your own garden.... Oh, and the best, HOME MADE ICE CREAM. In a wooden churn, not electric. You cannot buy ice cream at the store that even touches that. |
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"This two day process for preparing the coon begins at Holzhauer's roundtop. The club members cut the coon up, wash it, and soak it overnight in salt water. The next day, the coon is boiled until tender. From there, it is taken out and placed in tanks for a smoked flavor." it's usually also barbecued. now, there's a recipe to try at home. |
Forgot about that one. |
AWFUL AWFUL BUNNY EATER SPUNKY YOU SICK BASTARD RABBIT ABUSER my rabbit's name was hasenpfeffer |
There are no words to describe my horror. To this day I have never opened someone else's freezer.I DON'T want to know what they have in there. |
something else i just thought of...pan made creamed white corn and black eyed peas. damn thats good stuff. are you going to New Orleans heather? |
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I have never had hasenpfeffer. Maybe the collard greens are mustard greens? I love fresh spinach salads. That is good stuff. I was a bit odd as a child. I loved Calliflower, cabbage, brussel sprouts, broccoli, and spinage (fresh and canned). Oh, and if you are going to New Orleans, don't forget about the Crawfish...mmmmm and Cajun Aligator. |
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it hides the hair |
so's asparagus. eat cream of wheat or oatmeal with brown sugar, raisins and skim milk. mustard greens are okay. beet greens are better, and they don't cast anything here. my dad is the pickled beet champion. head cheese IS nasty. although it's better that they make it than waste a good sized portion of the pig. |
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That must be for a fancy feast, because in Arkansas, all they do is throw the head in a big pot of water (sometimes a black kettle over a fire, honestly) and boil the bastard |
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