Ivy Grace Bell
Ivy Grace Bell
Jun 28, 2014

Golden light spills out,
The only mess in this place,
I won't have to clean.

#mess   #light   #work   #job   #hospitality  
s is akin to the inside-joke of Russian hospitality:
βέƦẙḽ Dṏṽ the Smartass Rabbi

Putin's politics is akin to the inside-joke of Russian hospitality:
Piss in the samovar then serve tea to your guests.

Jun 25, 2013

Here, have a cookie
Or really anything
To make up for my lack
Of niceties.

Taking Hospitality for granted,
Shenanigus Rex
Shenanigus Rex
Apr 12, 2013

Taking Hospitality for granted,
so much slack has been cut
that little is left to be found:

Tread lightly;
it is up to you.

Aug 27, 2012

Move rack to lowest position,
Set to three seventy-five.
Pour in one and a third cups water,
Sprinkle egg whites (package A),
Blend on LOW till moist.
Beat on high (but remain patient)
Stiff peaks will form when gently
Dunking a spatula into your batter
(Be sure beater is AT REST before checking).
Sprinkle in cake flour (package B)
A little at a time on LOWEST setting
(Don’t forget to scrape the bottom and edges).
Pour batter into your ungreased tube pan,
Cut through batter gently with a butter knife
In a circular motion
To eliminate air bubbles.
Bake for at least thirty minutes
Or until top crust is golden brown
(Ovens vary so keep your eye on it at all times).
Cool by hanging tube pan upside down on bottle,
Loosen by making up and down strokes with spatula or knife.
Gently remove your cake.

Of hospitalized hospitality

Devised by Cosmic Boss
Sourced by parents
Aided by obstetrician
Nursed by pediatrician
Nurtured by nutritionist
Counseled by sexologist
Treated by orthopedist
Stressed by physiotherapist
Directed by dietician
Nudged by nephrologist
Nerved by neurologist    
Contained by cardiologist
Consoled by psychologist
Interspersed by dentist,
Sighted by ophthalmist
Conditioned by physiology
Terminated by mortuary
The inexorable Lifeline Express
Of hospitalized hospitality

4 days ago

my muscles feel like lunch meat wrapped around each bone.
ghostly, walking around with thin skin
and even thinner music
my blood is a wishing well
sloshing around with me
following the steps i take

the lights that ring about these bones are mine
and they are thin delicate music
loose and lazy veins
but they contain billowing words
and colorful lumber

distilled from the earth,
they rain down
through my daily thoughts

the words enter through the mind
and it was that word which the Lord
did decree, thus splitting apart atoms
was the universe created in an instant.
suppose for one more second that truth
and all things disappear now as to sooth.

dreams, sights, sounds, smells, feelings
come and go with the time of day and night
passing by the thoughts of beings interrupting
whatever it is that is our natural state of being

what is it like to change the world?
what is it like to be a grain of sand?
what is it like to be anything at all?
more callous and august than you
can ever imagine in a dream too
before you wake up and forget
that it's all over already now.

In the West I learned western hospitality
Jade Elon
Jade Elon
Oct 23, 2013      Oct 25, 2013

In the West I learned western hospitality
Free spirit, free drugs, more booze, more love
If you can remember your problem your doing it wrong
But if you forget your responsibilities you're not worth much
Party everyday pretend you don't understand the methods of your madness
Walk the streets half naked in half a foot of snow
Party, study, party, study
party, party, party
repent and once it strikes midnight start again.
In the North I learned Northern hospitality
It's called minding your business
It's called I have to get somewhere
If you have a question you also have a smart phone
It's not my job to tell you the norm.
You'll figure it out
I learned to walk fast, speak briskly and tell everyone to mind their own business
In the South I learned Southern hospitality
It's where people talk nice to your face and dirty behind your back
It's where the idea of ownership has stemmed way before the monogram
It's where if they only have two faces they are genuine and where they'll feed you fresh apple pie
filled with arsenic
Where you can trust your neighbor only as far as you can throw them
Where everyone's a little racist, a little homophobic, a little god-fearing
In the South I learned

I was born and raised in Denver, Colorado.
Currently I reside in North Carolina.

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