© Marie Marshall
No doubt swirling the galactic froth of the milky way with your silvery tongued lexicon spoon, slowly diluting the espresso blackness of space into a warm and stimulating latte of inspiration.
I’m a black decaf girl as it happens.
The quantum mystery of dark matter revealed then; for you a drink of taste and not of need? Perhaps already naturally stimulated and needing no further chemical inducement to be sharp of mind and quick of wit. I should have deduced as much from your writing.
Sounds like a strange cake from my youthful past where there were always silver iceballs and strange coloured icing.
I liked my mum’s ‘avalanche cake’ (as I called it) on which the coconut icing had run over the sides.
so much sugar in the morning. reminds me of the grinch spoiling america’s bicentinal celebration over 30 years ago by saying democracy is not sugar cereal at dawn. there’s work to be done.
i prefer the raw oats of an arabian horse.
If you don’t see it on the menu we don’t have it.
i’m always just visiting
so i tend to bring my own
and relish in the juxtaposition of it all.
I charge corkage.
good timing. i learned today of a quote, but never did get the owner.
“there’s an aristocrat waiting to crawl out of every anarchist bottle.”
what a bummer if the free refills were cancelled.
i’ll get to the corking now.
Because my life revolves around my son – I see one more cupcake for mom and a sugar sprinkled blue eyed baby boy in your blue cake and silver sugar – now I have to find away to get through my day.
I know, I know. A balanced diet is a cupcake in each hand.
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