color of dried blood
streaked down side of face
won or lost
based on the whims
of men in power.
Hear the drum
call to arms
ride to defend
no defeat tolerated
old man market
of young flesh
herald the call
a mountain will move
waters of life
of the people
upon cliff ledge
come the bringers of Death.
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Coffee. ☕☕☕☕ That heavenly elixir of life. I could wax raptourously. And I shall.
I have been drinking coffee since I was about 10. In passing years I have refined my tastes. As to how much sugar. How much cream. How strong. The list goes on and on.
Without coffee do not talk to me. I will grunt. I will mutter. I will be snarly. 😠😠😠
Ingest coffee. Sweet and sunny Jay returns.
It has now been 22 days since I last drank. And it really has not been as hard as I feared. Even the two times the voice piped up and suggested it was easy to ignore. So there is that bonus. Yet my consumption of coffee has increased twofold. I am now making a pot in the afternoon as well. Which even I admit is in the bizarro realm.
Coffee though. ☕☕☕☕☕ Good coffee. With double double creamer and a dash of sugar. Soooooooooooooooooo good.
I do think there is a co-relation between quitting drinking and coffee.
Of course I base this entirely on movies and television. Every time anyone is in an AA meeting or meeting with their sponsor what are they doing? Drinking coffee.
I am kidding of course. What I actually think I am doing is replacing the loss of sugar found in the alcohol with my sugared coffee.
I know that sounds weird but that is my theory and I am stickin’ to it.
Have a beautiful Sunday everyone.
Picture is my own