cinnamon kendera i would give you a cinnamon heart, love. but you won't open your hand. it would be sweet, love. but all you taste is chocolate. 010212 ... birdmad as i walked along the city street, the rain falling and the exhaust drifting about, i rembered the small clutch of houses which seemed so out of place in a neighborhood where most of the neighbors are mechanics, convenience stores and machine shops the smell of flowers blossoming in the rain from one front yard as i pass by the pleasant faced old man smoking his fragrant pipe under the shelter of the his porch from the next his next-door neighbor with the loud tv set and from the last house before returning to the concrete and blacktop expanse which shimmered from the light rainfall the streetlights and the traffic that rolled over all of it, the sight of the door partially cracked open and drifting gently into the night the smell of sugar and cinnamon, warm and inviting getting home, going to the little store on the corner and getting a little plastic package with little brown twigs in it labeled "canelas" cinnamon sticks the urge to chew the sweet, spicy bark 010213 ... fallen ::snicker:: 'she loved spices' 010213 ... Fido of all my vices cinnamon is King! yes it's the best I swear and if you couldn't care less if your oats had more cinnamon or less well I wish you the best but, please, let be those blessed with the craving go on - possessed - we're happier that way 050123 ... crOwl oh sin-among-us, bid thee stay we will keep thee to our feathered breast three days by the fire, in the garden, on the bed. tired? no. 071218 ... n o m e e cinnamon buns with candied peel and almond icing 101222 ... unhinged mmmhhmmmm my oldest sister makes awesome cinnamon rolls; i think it is a recipe from her mother. my second oldest sister loves snickerdoodles i put cinnamon in my coffee we're the cinnamon sisters. ha 101224 ... h|s|g true 101224 ... nomadic a cinnamon fall foreshadow hints in the air around me the earth is plowed for the fall i see it out this window and it screams grow, live, and get your hands dirty and your brow sweaty with me. Feel life. 120717 ... amy in red also ready for autumn. 120717 ... raze one glass of red_wine and you were someone else. you started heckling the horrible steven seagal movie we were watching. there was a peripheral character you couldn't get enough of. his long hair was pulled back in a tight man bun. "it looks like a cinnamon bun," you said. every time he reappeared, you would laugh and shout, "cinnamon bun head!" your husband thought you'd lost your mind, but your running commentary was the best thing the movie had to offer. 211129 ... tender_square this rusted red incense stick burns fragrance the way that i imagine your sweat scathes skin during summer, pooling inside the sacroiliac joint. spicy, sweet smoke unfurls the curls of urdu—a baptismal font my body seeks, needs. 211130 what's it to you? who go blather from