starbucks has via.  nescafe has something.  taster's choice has something.  they all say it's coffee.  you can't tell the diff.  it tastes great for the coffee drinker on the run.

oh so wrong.  oh.  so.  wrong.  the problem with these coffee flavored water drinks is the taste.  and isn't that the most important thing?  if i just wanted a jolt of caffeine i could pop a no-doz or a mountain dew.  i want the taste.  the body.  the warmth.  the poetry of the coffee. 

these little packets of coffee looking stuff just don't have the substance.  real coffee has substance.  and layers.  like wine and perfume there are notes in a good cuppa that are to be enjoyed and explored.  savored.  these packets have such a flat taste.  they almost get there... but no.

i got a free sample of the taster's choice to try.  with anticipation i made my first cup and was so very disappointed.  i am going to brave this dark and 40° day to hit the starbucks if only to wash this taste out of my mouth.

i think that these packets may serve their remaining time as a flavor boost for instant hot cocoa packets.  i gave them a try.  now i'm headed back for the real thing.

that's the problem with these new instant coffees.
 
 
marzipan

inagaddadavida: iron butterfly

schlitz malt liqor (just one little baby sip)

take it to the limit: the eagles

just about anything by the beatles

hot cream of chicken soup for lunch after walking home in derriere deep snow

grass stained hands and knees

manfred mann band's blinded by the light (even when you know the words it doesn't make a stitch of sense)

grown-ups' parties with burning marijuana, glasses tinkling and laughter after kiddies' bed time

donny osmond's purple glitter socks

freshly lit kool cigarettes

my raggedy ann alarm clock... "
Andy Andy please wake up its time to start our day. Okay Ann, I'm awake, something something something..."


candy corns

fresh snow, stale snow, exhaust scented snow

go away little girl: donny osmond

mcvities biscuits and hot tea

shaun cassidy

tiger beat

the craftroom scent of tempera paint and homemade "play-doh"

the mass nastiness of breaded "chuck wagon steaks;" mock crab imperial (tuna) casserole; swedish meatballs and egg noodles

the scent of burning candles powering the "musical angels" (tinka tinka tinka)

hot bird's custard and apples

frog went a courtin'

english leather

red mary janes

patchwork bell-bottoms

and

Some day, some day, some day
We'll get it together and we'll get it all done
Some day
When your head is much lighter
Some day, some day, some day
We'll walk in the rays of a beautiful sun
Some day
When the world is much brighter

Ooh-oo child, things are gonna get easier
Ooh-oo child, things'll be brighter
Ooh-oo child, things are gonna get easier
Ooh-oo child, things'll be brighter

Right now
You just wait and see how things are gonna be
Right now...
 

neglect

12/11/2009

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it turns out that ignoring the mosters in the closet and under the bed does not work.  i've always just ignored them.  more like, i pretended they weren't there.  jump from the edge of the rug to the bed... out of arms' reach.  leave the door cracked so the monster could sneak out with no threat of "waking" me with the sound of the door latch.  close my eyes tight and pretend there is no one there.  there are no monsters in the closet.

turns out ignoring the monster doesn't make it go away.  instead he just gets cozy and stays.

 forever. 

if i let him.
 
 
why don't i go ahead and fill up my tank on tuesdays?

why do i go weak for singer guys even when i know better now?

what is for dinner?

¿cómo se dice "rock" y "to live" en español?

why is Big 10 cheaper and faster than wal-mart's tire department?

what if?
 
 
intrusive thoughts
invade down time
like a swarm of bees
dip down into
outrageous notions
and harmful harmless plots
to off the star of
a one man play
 

    Beth Anne, Author

    throws metal with mittens on in the dead of winter listening to the cold as it echoes down the streets and into her bones.  consecrated to the Sacred Heart of Jesus, navigating these streets and figuring out this GPS, and trying real hard to reach Sainthood.  failing miserably every day.  trying again every tomorrow.


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