Bedrock & Paradox

I dream of a hard and brutal mysticism in which the naked self merges with a non-human world and yet somehow survives still intact, individual, separate. Paradox and bedrock.

Dinner

It’s been too long.

Technicolor italian stuffed bell pepper for Ed; beer for Steve (one for me, one for you (for me)).

Clean pepper.
Cook turkey italian sausage, dice.
Mix spinach, chunked garlic, sausage, romano, marinara, ricotta.
Stuff to the gills.
Bake uncovered ~45 minutes at 500.

Eat.

Revel in the following:
-a day of snow and wonderful sunlight
-SS grocery run and the scenic route back with 20 lb pack
-right quad locking up in Safeway, me almost eating shit in front of the Starbucks stand
-coworker in line, “you really are like that” looking at helmet
-getting to VOTE tomorrow! (never absentee again!)

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4 responses to “Dinner”

  1. Ed Avatar
    Ed

    Ok, it looks fake ;-)Ed

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  2. Rockin' Avatar
    Rockin’

    Ahh, Deschutes Brewery Black Butt Porter. You need to head up my direction so you can get it from the Mother Ship.

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  3. Dave Avatar
    Dave

    That would be ideal!

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  4. Chad Brown Avatar
    Chad Brown

    Nice helmet comment by the safeway employee…

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