Friday, May 26, 2006
Alder-planked salmon in an Asian-styled marinade
Because sometimes the words are spelt out for you in hazy facsimiles... because sometimes you realize the time's gone and the oil change is due and it ain't the kind of oil change that says I love you in the morning though those have been nice as of late. It's because you realize you misspelled a name and you want to correct it: Jannine. Two "n's" and a gyrating midsection that makes our science-oriented Elliott sweat in his paisley print... good dancing with you baby but you wear the pants. Studio A got going tonight after The Fame did their famous thing but since we had to be decent to our friend and fellow slow turner C. Rupes, we left it early and headed on down to the deals at SoHo and then to the US 1 Walgreen's where Shantoya set the record straight and stole a little piece of my heart. Are we kings of New England? Lions of Zion? Passive twisters of fate? Stolen belt-buckles? Nah baby, we're sold on a dream that doesn't involve golf but allows for affection... when they wait at the wings you'll know nothing you ever did would be okay... take the high road, let 'em lie in the bed they've made, use the slow turn; when death arrives only you will be rewarded because only you shall remain. Never believe the adverts or the PR campaigns or the current events... "Those who can make you believe absurdities can make you commit atrocities." -- Voltaire. Believe the liquid guile of something cold. Believe the scent which does not make your stomach churn. Believe the spellchecker will set the record straight. Believe in your slow turners... believe the suicide will come through. Grouping nouns are here for a reason. The world is yours and quite frankly I have neither the time nor stamina to make it any clearer. I believe those borders are within my grasp. I shit on the ground you sleep. Form follows function. Adversity admits allowance. Fools fear fate. Zeppelins zone zymurgy. Food is always delicious when it doesn't weaken you. Pavement is always better outside of your mouth.
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