mundane night. hell no it's mundane year so

“empre que falo de mim, encolhes os ombros, a boca torce-se, as pálpebras prolongam-se de desdém, rugas escarninhas surgem por detrás da franja do cabelo loiro, de modo que acabo por me calar….

into um ornato de sepultura magoar-me a perna, oiço a erva das campas no lençol, vejo os serafins e os Cristos de gesso que me ameaçam com as mãos quebradas…

Não, não proteste, não me censure, palavra de honra que faço os possíveis e contudo, é assim mesmo, a memória tem o seu mecanismo próprio, o seu ritmo, as suas leis, os seus caprichos”…”

-A Ordem Natural das Coisas, Antonio Lobo Antunes

mundane? you’re sitting on the best sandwich recipe ever! first, pan-fry up some bacon and set it aside. then, toast our bread, and crack two eggs into a skillet. just drop them in out of the shell together, then mix them up together, with salt and pepper—keeping them together in the middle of the skillet. when they are somewhat firm on the bottom (after 4 minutes or so) fold the eggs over on top of themselves, and place two slices of cheese on top+two bacon slices, and then cover.

once cheese is warm and melted slightly with bacon on top of eggs, put on top of break, and make sandwich out of the whole package. best if eaten with sweet coffee.

it will change your life.

i need some of your mundane time to get away from my mundane time of work, work, work.

this is the last time i make a pact with myself to come back to england and work to pay all debts, that is mundane, doing pressure based jobs which you don’t care about is not fun, especially when you deal with the same thankless shit, the only light at the moment is the thought of the road, being supplemented with time in them there hills, do people really except this mundane life for ever.

i feel better now, all the best rich, happy mundane lives.

..........porridge can be mundane, then again fish swim …........... ducks fly and swim versatile bastards!!!!

To see a world in a grain of sand,
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour.

- William Blake

“I don’t understand how come you’re gone, man. I don’t understand why half the world is still crying, man, when the other half of the world is still crying too, man, and it can’t get it together. I mean, if you got a cat for one day, man — I mean, if you, say, say, maybe you want a cat for 365 days, right — You ain’t got him for 365 days, you got him for one day, man. Well I tell you that one day, man, better be your life. Because, you know, you can say, oh man, you can cry about the other 364, man, but you’re gonna lose that one day, man, and that’s all you’ve got. You gotta call that love, man. That’s what it is, man. If you got it today you don’t want it tomorrow, man, ‘cause you don’t need it, ‘cause as a matter of fact, as we discovered on the train, tomorrow never happens, man. It’s all the same fucking day, man.”

Janis Joplin

Well, of the two, I think I prefer Blake to Joplin… er, man.

In my experience, junky conversation is rarely very interesting. Mind you, she does have a point about cats. I mean, a pet isn’t just for Christmas, is it?

Ever seen a duck make porridge? Their versatility is showy but limited.

They do make good paté, though.

Mark, skillet is American for frying pan. Jukka, bored with your day? Set something on fire. Like Richard Pryor said, fire is inspirational. It’ll jack up your insurance premiums, of course, but everything has a down side :-)

There’s rather a large industry in Thailand that pampers to ugly men who want to “find it, fuck it and forget it”...

How large is large?

cats. you know you think you own one, but then comes the day you discover he’s been making
the rounds of the neighbors, livin’ high on all the tuna he can get. one day he comes home wearing
someone else’s collar and you gotta wonder, am i really just a tin-opener to you? no meaning?
no fealty? no devotion. just like a guy really.

David I am so sorry your posts seem odd and out of place, I had to delete my crazy shit and sort my head out.

Julia Cat’s are very selfish creatures. I have this big fluffy black variety that came and sat at my kitchen window approx a year ago staring at me with these big eyes. I gave it some juicy sardines and am now stuck with it.
Problem is this cat has very expensive tastes, it only want’s the best and I for someone unknown reason go out of my way to get what it wants. Just like a women really…anyway I am a sucker for big staring eyes and so I got what I deserved.

I had a mundane wife, now I have a more than everage bitch of an ex-wife… Anybody want a piece of that cheesecake?

Actually Joplin isn’t talking about feline cats at all.”Cat” is hippie speak for a person,man.
When she talks about chicks, it’s women and not baby hens she’s blathering on about!

Tony a cat a chick it’s all the fucking same, there demanding and they need to be fed, only problem is maybe you don’t like to prepare the food for them anymore and go looking for a new chick or cat and you prepare a gourmet and everything is delicious.

Guido you assume everybody likes cheescake.

I don’t assume anything, Mark… You want a piece? Chesecake is like an ex-wife. When you taste it for the first time you love it,...

Mark,maybe you should try feeding your gourmet cat a little cheesecake and see how that goes.
if it doesn’t work give it to the chick.

hahaha! mark, first thing i read this morning. needed a good laugh.

long eyelashes. a guy with blue eyes and long eyelashes. melts my cold cold female heart.

any girl can go from purring contented kitten to snarling hissing wildcat. takes a guy to turn her that way.