cold_coffee Borealis black... bitter and like home 040825 ... Doar cold coffee is a pleasure. 040825 ... pete it leaves the "i just woke up" taste in my mouth, often times magnifying it. 040825 ... Borealis reminiscent of drinking out of a dirty gutter. at least in my mind. but its early morning. 040825 ... pete the iv buzzes as it run dries, the nurse hurries in, she swishes my ohip card through the machine, and the iv fills again with cold coffee 040825 ... unhinged they make it special that way in their special cold brew machine and charge exorbitant fees for it but there are a few things i will spend money on, good coffee happening to be high on the list. one of the only things in milwaukee i'll miss, coffee. i wonder if they deliver. 040825 ... uow cake 040825 ... stork daddy i like my coffee like i like my women - black, bitter, and carrying the possibility of third degree burns. 040825 ... Deomis I woke up last morning The disher are resting in the strainer My life could not be any plainer Your coffee's sitting on the breakfast table Growing colder with the passing hours Where have you gone What did I do I only ever loved you I woke up this morning Expecting to see your smile But all that's here is your reciept file The cold coffee's still sitting at the table And I'm wishing you were back What have I done Where did you go I thought you always loved me This cold cofee Is all I have left of you 040825 ... pete echo vibrations, the stills and noise ever changing, i stare into my mournful coffee, of which i have yet to take a sip, as it overflows onto the table chilled with my tears 040826 ... egger coffee is better the next day. there is more devotion involved. 040826 ... mourninglight of cigar butts, and gutter slime ashes and tears cold coffee is a taste of my own medicine, and I crave it... some days it is repulsive, others...desperately needed. 040828 ... pete the caffine is absent, the hours short, the hours short, the hours short, the sleep deprived, the hours short and the caffine slips subsiding in the deep darkness of the store where it hides and laughs and mocks and shouts and please let the sun rise only after i am rested 040828 what's it to you? who go blather from