coffee silentbob the other day i had this big pot of coffee in my stomach. it made me generate and lasted somewhere around twelve hours. 020305 ... misstree coffee runs thicker through my veins than blood. my life is lived in four hour naps, and waitress/bartenders need to be perky perky perky... maybe that's why the old coffee pots were called perkylaters... :p more coffee rants to come when i'm not missing a nap... 020305 ... lulie the only time I drink it sweet is when it's expresso. 020407 ... chanaka there's some blood in my coffee stream 020407 ... jinx -has saved my life many times. "And the coffee is just water dressed in brown."-Ani 020407 ... mcdougall we were going to bonnaroo again but this time we weren't selling; just going to listen to the music. but instead of tennessee we had to go to hell to see the bands. hot red firey hell. the sound was good and the times were good. when i woke up i found the list of this years artists. needless to say i am very excited, and thats not the coffee talking. 040219 ... nom the old pool hall gentleman just offered to buy me coffee which i find kinda funny. "i don't drink coffee, but thanks". 070224 ... nom him and the other old pool hall guy both call me "sweetie", in their accent which i've yet to determine the origin of 070224 ... log burning fire illy 070225 ... Light Lightness When I was living at home, Heidi signed up for an illy coffee subscription- a box a month or something absurd- and now she's dead- so for the past 3 years, i've had boxes and boxes of cans of illy coffee- but now all that's left is a can or two at the top of my dad's cupboard. but mmmmmm, the smell of opening a fresh can, rich and chocolate and i'm going to go make a pot right now. 070226 ... belly fire I drink this cup and I am reminded of you. How bitter the taste. I've become one of those people I used to hate. And you have become this sliver in my mind; not just a source of pain, but the memory of pain. I wish to be free of it. 070227 ... log burning fire crankin' through my sys 121212 ... flowerock I want coffee. I am sleepy but I want to be awake. I'll probably just sleep soon, or watch more cartoons and eat a sweet potato with peanut butter and coconut milk. 140626 ... raze i miss the smell, and the warm tickle it sent wending through my stomach. a crooked ladder leading down to all the best hidden parts of me. milk or cream. no sugar. even bad coffee has secrets it won't give up if you try to sweet-talk it. the fear of having to sing another late-night blues_song_for_my_bladder is what gives me pause now. still. there's some great swiss water decaf that's been making eyes at me all weekend. we should dance again, for_old_time's_sake. 211212 ... unhinged the only daily ritual i remain faithful to adapted over the years to include herbs and mushrooms transforming that cup of joe into alchemy for the soul 211212 ... kerry almost any kind will do. dunkin in bulk, fair trade 3rd wave $12 and up for a bag of whole beans. instant nescafe is better than nothing. 211213 ... tender_square miniature white saucer and cup steaming with the fresh press of dark roast espresso beans, liquid edged with caramelized bubbles. two hot sips and a nibble on a mini chocolate indulgence. 211213 ... nr cant drink it sometimes i wonder if i need more sleep than others or if coffee just jolts everyone up. or both. 220222 ... tender_square i have to give it up. again. the older i get, the more prone i am to acid reflux. it spreads like a heat map across my lungs in the mornings, before i've even had my first sip. the burn has been worsening over the past few weeks and i know the culprit is coffee. two days ago i had to take a pepcid ac. i remember being young and watching drug commercials with older folks suffering from chronic heartburn and thinking “stop eating such spicy and heavy foods!” meanwhile, i’m 38 and if i so much as lick some tomato sauce, i have to tums that shit up. after a lengthy hiatus from sweet sweet coffee, i let myself imbibe when i returned to office work. i love the ritual of the steamy pour from the carafe, my special coconut creamer lightening it (in an attempt to cut the acidity), and getting a full mug down before i feel focused enough to answer an email. i have so few vices anymore. giving up coffee makes me feel like a mormon after all the other substances i’ve kicked. guess i’m down to one cup a week, as a treat on sundays. it’s all my body can process. i'm not happy about it. 220731 what's it to you? who go blather from