#stew
Eyeballs! Eyeballs!
Looking up at you!
From your tasty, yellow, gurgling, Extraterrestrial Stew!
No other stew can do what it can do:
'Cause while you're looking down at it,
It looks back up at you!
Tasty! Tasty! Tasty!
Try a bowl today!
'Cause if it likes this Planet,
It might decide to stay!And this stew is wonderful
You eat it. It eats you!
Soon you'll be part of the tasty, yellow, gurgling, Extraterrestrial Stew!
Jan 17
Jan 17, 2026 at 11:52 AM UTC
The air feels thick
Like a wall of brick
A platform 9 3/4's trick
Can't KoolAid man this sh!t
Afraid to sit,
But I do,
I'm forced to,
So I stew on it
Desperate
I try the old Wile E Coyote bit
That classic ACME shtick
But what quality "tunnel black" paint kit did I get?
Some off brand garbage,
Now it's twice as thick
©2024
Sep 14, 2024
Sep 14, 2024 at 12:40 PM UTC
we're stopping to breathe
vampires and zombies
have come to eat...
you don't know joe
you don't know sue
what's going to be:
let me tell you:
some human stew
ain't nothing new
to dem creatures
you're just a feature
a gimmick
some meat
has to be in it
Feb 17, 2020
Feb 17, 2020 at 4:28 PM UTC
Minds melting
Into a mushy stew
Becoming indistinguishable
Sep 27, 2019
Sep 27, 2019 at 8:23 PM UTC
I herd these sheep in the silence of the lambo
I process trees into paper, smokin' ammo
A solo man on a mission like I'm rambo
Ernst and Young's got my ***** laundry handled.
I can tell you ride high
In Telluride skies
As the crow flies
From a perch with wide eyes
Pour out a fifth of Bacardi
When you're surrounded by lies
Flush them out like John Gotti
Ice picks their demise.
Yea, rest in peace
You heard me twice, I didn't blink
Counting sheep
Your contract's ceased, I signed the ink
Time to sleep
I raise a glass to have a drink
I kissed your cheek
Rats don't have time to think.
I can tell you ride high
In Telluride skies
As a crow flies
From a perch with wide eyes
Pour out a fifth of Bacardi
When you're surrounded by lies
Flush them out like John Gotti
Ice picks their demise.
May 9, 2018
May 9, 2018 at 9:24 PM UTC
I am not sure if you enjoy stew or not. But it's one of my favorite things.
You take some of your favorite meat and bring it to a simmer, along with a couple vegetables and a couple seasonings.
Chopped up nice in a good chicken or beef broth. coming together to make something new. Made thick with a little water, a little flour.
Especially on cold days. You can't go wrong with A beef or vegetable stew. Though there is no wrong or right time to eat a good stew.
There really isn't a recipe you can follow unless there is one you really just want to try. I mean it's a stew come on and live a little. That's why it's one of my favorite foods. The amount of creativity and what you can add to it.
Today I'd like you to try one.
I want you to take some of your one of a kindness and a couple of smiles. Season them with a little of the way you inspire those around you. A couple of your laughs and smiles and throw it in this crockpot that we call life. And
If you feel like sharing I'll bring a spoon and eat from the bowl of your hands
Mar 25, 2017
Mar 25, 2017 at 2:18 AM UTC
picture waves and waves
of golden condensation
swimming in this inner world
of velvet contemplation
bubbly quibbly bits
inside throwing fits
tossing and turning
continually yearning
not at all
what was expected
from you
a slurp
a gulp
a saucy stew
this tingly feeling
if only
you knew
resting gently
inside me
if only
you knew
pressing lightly
against me
if only
you knew
but who knows
maybe you do
Jan 20, 2017
Jan 20, 2017 at 2:02 PM UTC
With the reception I'm getting from you
I might as well be in Timbuktu
It's a growing feeling of deja vu
All my words you misconstrue
I tried to explain till in the face I'm peacock blue
One of these days your gonna get whats due
And life, on you is gonna chew
And spit you out like rancid stew
Then maybe you will feel bad for what you do
Treating me like a pair of old tennis shoes
Walking on me until your through
An apology is overdue
Don't give me that look you know it's true
With you every thing is a hullabaloo
I think I'll find someone new
With them I'll move to Kallamazo
There my life you can't askew
Mar 29, 2016
Mar 29, 2016 at 11:44 AM UTC
Netanya's son left a dead rabbit
by the back door,
what am I to do with that?
I asked Netanya,
skin and gut it,
she said,
peering at me in the kitchen,
you can do that can't you?
I guess so,
I said,
well go on then,
she said,
so I went outside
and took the rabbit
to an outside table
and lay it down,
its dead eyes looked at me,
the grey fur still warm,
she brought a knife
and scissors out to me,
you'll need these,
she said,
standing watching me,
eyes bright and gazing at me,
I lay the rabbit on its back
and slit up the stomach
with the knife and took out
the guts and innards,
warm and smelly and ******
and put them to one side,
she looked on smiling,
I broke the back legs
and pulled the skin back up
and off up to the head and neck,
then cut off the head
and threw the head and skin
behind me and looked at her
standing there watching me,
very good,
she said smiling,
now cut it up
and we can stew it later,
I did as she said
and she put it a saucepan
and added water and stock,
and said,
well that's that,
now what do you want to do?
wash my hands,
I said,
then what?
she said,
are the kids out?
I asked,
yes all out,
she said,
not that it would matter
would it?
I mean last week
we were at it
when young Patty
came to the door
and knocked and said,
can I have money for ice cream
because the ice cream van's here?
off putting,
I said,
well no one's here
and so do we?
I nodded
and we walked upstairs
to our room
and closed the door
and she undressed
and I watched
and undressed too,
thinking of the rabbit
naked and cut up
and ready for stew.
Jan 20, 2016
Jan 20, 2016 at 3:05 AM UTC
"Hypothetically," hypocrisy has become the new democracy.
Socrates once said "You must break free from society",
Admittedly, that is not a direct quote.
Woe, oh, no I do not believe in aligning my stars
with your sharp minded attitude that controls me from afar.
Hardships ahead suggest that you best let go of your
previously consumed ideals and feelings and repeal from
the concave society that begs us to encourage our propriety.
Sigh, it seems that this community of this city
is stuck in a trance and they do not wish to be disturbed.
Well I'm perturbed by that fact, yet I act like I understand
the zombie-like trance that has taken hold of all that are breathing,
Leaving only a few confounded by the monstrosity of this reaping.
Keep me here, away from the stagnant ailment that has
an arrant grip on the throats of the blokes that were
ignorant enough to believe that indiscretion.
True, it's become my obsession to call out all that is nonsensical.
It's apocalyptical! Their anonymity is frankly mystical.
Their words seem to be lathed with mechanical phrases and verbs,
again I'm perturbed and what's even worse, is I find myself intrigued by their complete lack of identity that I can't make sense of me.
See? It's a seductive prospect to attempt to project yourself into
that cult, but as a result all your visions of freedom will dither
and wither into nothingness.
Although, they're courteous enough to let you keep your vanity,
but the rest of you, all your thoughts of clean and lucid dreams, are
reamed from your mind, wound down to a soft and empty grind.
My, you really should ignite a morsel of self-respect to check out
of this direct fog that is hogging any last bit of intellect.
Dissect one thought from the other and then you'll wonder
how to crawl out of this ignorant hole that has
swallowed you down, consuming your soul.
Pull yourself away from their depreciating ways.
Reintroduce yourself to free will and thoughts
so you can be brought back to life and maybe even have
a deeply un-contrived and well-thought about thought.
Be wise, snap back into reality and let gravity do it's job.
Throb goes your heart.
Did you feel that? That puncture in your chest?
It's doing it's best to let you know that you're alive,
high with breath on your tongue and in your lungs,
Filled to the seams, light beams from your fingers.
Do not linger, here in this moment, rush to the surface
and escape the airless lies that are encrusting your soul.
Pull yourself up to the surface and allow yourself to be woken.
Broken you may be, but you can be renewed if you give yourself
permission to control your own admission.
So permise it and recommit to standing on your own two feet
and weep with joy at your eternal freedom.
This is where I leave you.
Alone with your lonesome self...
Relish in your new-found magnum opus,
let it give you focus to hone in on your blooming
and lucid, conscious brewing.
Keep it stewing.
Stirring to formalize your new ignition,
no longer is this a road to your perdition.
Ridden your thoughts, let your conformity rot
and let that *** stew all of your now, new
delectable thoughts.
Sep 15, 2015
Sep 15, 2015 at 3:17 AM UTC
The very finest cat-man stew
Is made and served in Kathmandu.
O.O
Aug 25, 2015
Aug 25, 2015 at 2:22 PM UTC