When you believe in things
That you don't understand
Then you suffer
I am getting tired of this format.
(I try to do something interesting on the weekend, take some pictures, and then tell you what I did.)
Let's just assume I did something cool. Because I did.
((5 pound beef tenderloin, marinated for 36 hours, corn, soaked, then grilled it in the husk, guitar, a new song, friends. Also, there were cracked peppercorns.))
The floor creaked underneath her. The shades were drawn. She opened the cupboard and grabbed box.
Her breath was labored.
Greedy fingers tore at the cheap aluminum foil.
Later, she would eat the chocolate lodged under her fingernails.
^^That is pretty badass. Stevie Wonder = Jesus. Except blind and black. And with a whole lot of funk. And instead of disciples, there was a shit-hot band with mustaches, afros, medallions, killer horns, little kids rocking out and Stevie Wonder, with lightning bolts shooting out of his fingers ... on Sesame Street. Check it. If it doesn't move you, well, there's something wrong. Sesame Street, dude. Sesame Street.
(((Hi, Tony. I miss you.)))
Nostrils twitch.
Ears perked.
Ready to pounce.
Ready to pounce.
(I try to do something interesting on the weekend, take some pictures, and then tell you what I did.)
Let's just assume I did something cool. Because I did.
((5 pound beef tenderloin, marinated for 36 hours, corn, soaked, then grilled it in the husk, guitar, a new song, friends. Also, there were cracked peppercorns.))
The floor creaked underneath her. The shades were drawn. She opened the cupboard and grabbed box.
Her breath was labored.
Greedy fingers tore at the cheap aluminum foil.
Later, she would eat the chocolate lodged under her fingernails.
^^That is pretty badass. Stevie Wonder = Jesus. Except blind and black. And with a whole lot of funk. And instead of disciples, there was a shit-hot band with mustaches, afros, medallions, killer horns, little kids rocking out and Stevie Wonder, with lightning bolts shooting out of his fingers ... on Sesame Street. Check it. If it doesn't move you, well, there's something wrong. Sesame Street, dude. Sesame Street.
(((Hi, Tony. I miss you.)))
Nostrils twitch.
Ears perked.
Ready to pounce.
Ready to pounce.
posted by Joe at
10:19 PM
5 Comments:
I disagree. Compared to formats of the past, I like it!
Sesame Street still has it...
A couple weeks ago, I found a yellow post-it note on which was scrawled in your handwriting, "Joe's marinade." So I made said marinade. It was wonderful.
Also Wonderful was the Stevie to jumpstart the Monday. Nothing like some funk to get you out of one.
You've got to love Stevie!!!
hey Duder--this is just lunch for me
thanks for the heads up on the Dam Reunion --as it should be known as
20 freaking years
time to kill the child and be the man
talk to you then hopefully
still diggin' the format whatever it becomes--with your energy and words it's always an adventure I would not otherwise br able to take
so thanks for keeping it going
k-top
p.s.: i like t marinade stuff..what's that recipie...email it?
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