Before the song
There was
The Moment
That made lyrics of
Everything.
Show me what you
Are made of.
In the parlance of
Our times,
“Bring it”.
Our times.
Dear, god.
You bet.
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In the parlance of our times,
Phrases like “Be in the moment”
Or “Be here now”
Or “Now”
Or
“One”,
Has become convoluted into the
Fair of fruit loops.
Relax. I haven’t had breakfast
Cereal for a very long time
But if “Fruit Loops” still
Exists and you remember
That was a good morning.
A very good morning indeed.
And if you read and remember.
You’re still standing too.
What were your mornings like,
Dear friend?
And do you discount the power
Of a fortified breakfast?
Did you wake up to chaos?
Again
And
Again
And
Again?
Or butterflies and breakfast meats?
Perhaps, breakfast sweets?
Was McDonalds a vacation.
Did it make you feel warm?
Like all was well.
On Sunday.
And you won the prize?
What are you thinking about now,
My friend, the sausage and egg
McMuffin?
You laugh. Perhaps.
But remember.
What were your mornings like?
Do you relate?
Are you liberated from the sliding
Cart? Aka; The Sting of King and
Blindness to Variable?
Do you need a hug?
Right now, I don’t.
I am peaceful.
But, perhaps you are missing
Peace.
Congratulations.
You’re a winner in my book.
Now eat some cereal.
If that works for you.
Albert Camus said in some
Book that everybody wants
A dog because they want to
Be able to kick it.
(paraphrased, of course)
Also, some other folks from
That time said,
We are responsible for everything
But the very responsibility itself.
(paraphrased of course – with no
reference - perhaps Sartre)
If you hold stock in the Existentialists,
They loved fruit loops too.
Just examine their language.
And hold it up against the
Prism of Our times.
Dear god, Our Times.
Courage.
They killed Jesus, said Gibson.
Who played Wallace.
Who said, “Freedom”!!!
And Charles Bukowski said,
“Shit. Everything shits, until it dies.”
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And at 1.11 am on a Friday night.
The night before Halloween.
I’d like to say.
Yup.
Fruit Loops for Everyone.
Breakfast meats or breakfast sweets.
If you are still standing,
We all had morning.
And the song is yours.
Alone.
But, you are not.
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Take it from me.
Your Lawyer.
And
Chef.
Who wants some G.D. Emote?
An Echo Park gem.
(* Emote is a pun for Elote)
end entry
TAG:
Bonus: Recipe and picture
of Elote (It’s what’s winners eat).
Grilled corn on the cob is a popular
street food in Oaxaca, Mexico.
Yield: 4 servings (serving size: 1 ear of
corn)
Ingredients
- 3 tablespoons fat-free mayonnaise
- 2 teaspoons fresh lime juice
- 2 tablespoons finely grated Parmesan cheese
- 1/2 teaspoon chili powder
- 1/4 teaspoon ground red pepper
- 1/4 teaspoon ground cumin
- 1/8 teaspoon salt
- 4 ears shucked corn
- Cooking spray
Preparation
Prepare grill. Combine mayonnaise
and juice in a small bowl. Combine cheese and next 4 ingredients (through salt)
in another small bowl.
Place corn on a grill rack coated
with cooking spray. Grill corn 12 minutes or until tender, turning frequently.
Remove corn from grill; brush with mayonnaise mixture, and sprinkle with cheese
mixture. Serve immediately.
http://find.myrecipes.com/recipes/recipefinder.dyn?action=displayRecipe&recipe_id=1197178
PICTURE: Title: You’re drunk. You want it. And it’s lovely. Shut up, bitch, and eat it. Or just ‘Eat it”. (For my Emote Truck Business – Looking
for Investors – Just comment on this post and we’ll talk. ) – I will read Emote
poems for the drunkards needing hug and sustenance. (I joke, but not.)
One time, when I was young – I got pin worms from one of those bacon
wrapped tacos from downtown, LA in the fashion district (Shopping for School
Clothes) and I do not nor never have regretted it.
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