Stickyrice
Steam and fry trolley stream by. Linger just long enough for an utterance or some sign of recognition. Under the bamboo dome a neatly folded lotus leaf is revealed. I point and grunt. Two snips of the kitchen shears. A couple of scratches added to the total. A saucer, my treasure, is set before me.
Long nights fall into day. Working nights, day is my night. And some things with dim sum are not right. Two sticks probe the grey gravy of the mystery meat to the small piece of sweet sausage at the core of the savory bundle. The dog dick. Snicker like I was eight. Across the plastic covered empty table for twelve the three little old lady politely pass a smile. Nevermind. I smile. Of course, I came for stickyrice.
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Hedwig and the Angry Inch - Original Motion Picture Soundtrack HY-20024-2
Wicked.
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My favorite job was sweeping the midway. I was a kid. Loud rock and flashing lights are thriller. Rides, games of chance, freak shows, all roll on a thin film of carny grease. Everyone brings thier bad self to party and eventually lose it. And under the Zipper it all flipped out. Good or bad someone cleans up.
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Of the Liberty of Thought and Discussion
Boards. Of late. Confabulation of all combustibles. Seldom in depth. Often spirited. Questions a premiss to ramble. Advice forward consice to the point of curt. Conclusion at last found, at the end of interest.
An open letter on the renewal of one member, caught my attention. Captured my imagination. As indictive of the tone of a commentary in and of SuicideGirls at this time, it warrant consideration or deliberation.
The member, beyond the ability to find a meaningful personal connection, articulated a mistrust that largely concerned the social dynamic. To focus clearly, a partnership with Playboy and associated demographic shift, the point of doubt. Too many, the member thought, of the wrong kind of member.
Ironic to me first hearing of SuicideGirls from a girl who read about it in Playboy. She told me she thought her pictures might look good there. I'm easy. With the ladies. I can only continue to agree.
Steam and fry trolley stream by. Linger just long enough for an utterance or some sign of recognition. Under the bamboo dome a neatly folded lotus leaf is revealed. I point and grunt. Two snips of the kitchen shears. A couple of scratches added to the total. A saucer, my treasure, is set before me.
Long nights fall into day. Working nights, day is my night. And some things with dim sum are not right. Two sticks probe the grey gravy of the mystery meat to the small piece of sweet sausage at the core of the savory bundle. The dog dick. Snicker like I was eight. Across the plastic covered empty table for twelve the three little old lady politely pass a smile. Nevermind. I smile. Of course, I came for stickyrice.
______
Hedwig and the Angry Inch - Original Motion Picture Soundtrack HY-20024-2
Wicked.
______
My favorite job was sweeping the midway. I was a kid. Loud rock and flashing lights are thriller. Rides, games of chance, freak shows, all roll on a thin film of carny grease. Everyone brings thier bad self to party and eventually lose it. And under the Zipper it all flipped out. Good or bad someone cleans up.
______
Of the Liberty of Thought and Discussion
Boards. Of late. Confabulation of all combustibles. Seldom in depth. Often spirited. Questions a premiss to ramble. Advice forward consice to the point of curt. Conclusion at last found, at the end of interest.
An open letter on the renewal of one member, caught my attention. Captured my imagination. As indictive of the tone of a commentary in and of SuicideGirls at this time, it warrant consideration or deliberation.
The member, beyond the ability to find a meaningful personal connection, articulated a mistrust that largely concerned the social dynamic. To focus clearly, a partnership with Playboy and associated demographic shift, the point of doubt. Too many, the member thought, of the wrong kind of member.
Ironic to me first hearing of SuicideGirls from a girl who read about it in Playboy. She told me she thought her pictures might look good there. I'm easy. With the ladies. I can only continue to agree.
jjay:
as long as its seasoned right