#yeast
Swallow it.
My ****
full of yeast
spewing bread
Swallow that!
Just like you asked me to.
De-Lish-Ous?
Well... That's what you said when
you asked me to give you a *******
Get down there...Pig!
and feed at my trough
Full of ****** yummy
wholesome goodness.
Ya know, ten out of ten men prefer
Bread made with yeast
What a feast!
Aug 16, 2025
Aug 16, 2025 at 4:46 PM UTC
"Let us rebuild, so that,
we may be no
longer a reproach",… it is just
business/ Nehemiah spake
put this on your business card
directly, in spirit, to David
Barton, inspirational director,
for many a proud warrior for truth.
Jesus lives, we rise, we agree, in me.
Where lay the Kingdom of God, back then,
when he is recorded as having said,
I will, my will being done, abide
side any who hear the knock,
as an innocent, or a lying, cheating scoundrel,
that's the good news, war has never worked,
peacemaking all ways works, one on one.
Honed most point, tip to tip... touch
spirit face to spirit face
messenger to message, dare we say
in the presence of at least as many as
have testified to seeing grave dwellers walking,
most certainly there was darkness, and that curtain,
between the holiest of holies, and every day sanctity,
ripped… rippity re-occurence right down the middle,
opening all reality
to the Wizard
of Oz's most esoteric
special effect
on the ensuing Easter audiences, seeing
it, over and over, until the metaphor, the riddle becomes
dabar, a very humble word translated many ways, see::
Pens with motors are more powerful than swords,
of any sort… logos significant cannot loose dabar yah, we
in this form minding manners men agree to abide beneath,
but
but
but
on good advice,
from bar mitzvahed friends, dead and living,
the use of labor, during interesting times, as mobs
to make unified mind form encase believers in
situations indisputably dangerous, used right
by godfearing law enforcement officers, right
used by a leader exactly, to the hairs on his head,
like the guy on television who crashed all those casinos.
Jun 14, 2025
Jun 14, 2025 at 2:56 PM UTC
But if I cannot place my faith in love,
how can I trust in myself?
But you can’t spell the word Love
without experiencing an L, pursing it.
As we adorn our hearts with L plates;
forever students in the school of love.
Every first kiss is like a cup of yeast;
raising our hopes for what is to come.
Yet, to yearn for more while offering
less in a relationship, is merely a recipe
for disappointment – _a yeast infection._
There’s an imbalance when it comes to
your love life…
Apr 26, 2025
Apr 26, 2025 at 5:55 PM UTC
these tears welling up in my eyes, seem to rise up like yeast –
fluctuating changes accordingly to life circumstances; the circumference
of love appears diminished, hiding deep within the confines of a
bottle. that sanctuary of liquid comfort –
a quiet solace, in a fleeting
sense of bravado that comes with embracing an intoxicating high.
bred amidst the layers of plump cushions of anxiety and worry –
here again, those tears once again threaten to surface like yeast, but
a persistent sense of restraint lingers. a barrier obstructs the natural
flow of my tears –
_a yeast infection!_
Dec 29, 2024
Dec 29, 2024 at 2:17 PM UTC
Those found in hell may reach in for Heaven
If they work through the dough that is laden with leaven;
For through nightmares and bloodshed that time seems to cherish,
It has never been Willed that any should perish.
Aug 12, 2019
Aug 12, 2019 at 12:01 PM UTC
Forwards and fore words are cult if ations, (cultureshapen)
words we would find mean more
than their idle kin dread, (a play)
if we had been reared
starting now
A push from behind,
God put padding for a reason,
Mrs. Marshall said. Second grade.
A word, to the wise, is enough.
Acculturation.
That's the clue that leads to leaven,
and a little leaven...
you know, or say you do, of course,
we've known yeast
resurrects in our bread, for eons and ages,
Good Lord.
We know how things work.
If we be honest,
some,
a little bit, we know how things work.
Sayin' hon, I ain't sure I know what honest was.
To tell the truth, I don't suppose anybody knows,
wit'out attention's terrible price,
secret price, only the paid and payer know it, ever.
Sacred makin', sacrifice,
that's a one time deal, for real.
A mortal man can't know until he dies if he unbelieved all his
lies, but his try's are said to give him some -umph,
----
What manner of men are we that it is given unto us
to be? That is an answer worth paying attention to chase, per
haps. Not, to be or not to be, what choice, before now? You know?
Remember, we asked. Together, we agreed,
that greed will draw us to the treasure,
do you mind my taking greed from agreed and making it work.
it does work. it is an essential elemental,
desire is another word they use, but that gives it more
purpose than greed, and calls for more minding of the process.
Once a reifying action has begun we must maintain our equilibrium,
or
find ourselves falling, once more, into dis-traction
on life's slipper slope.
Slipper-iness has meaning.
Ask any little princess planning to grease her foot with KY.
It can be good or bad, not good or evil.
Squeeks from the audience, sometimes signal gasps,
as agap is crossed, like a spark,
mnemonical daemonic algorythms, those ain't bad you understand?
The Intelligence in Re-al, 's'no accidental instance of order over chaos that just cain't quit,
that ain't it.
Geeks as you know geeks,
Gates, Jobs, 'nem, A. I. Imagineers,
did not write this algorithm of life, as it turns out,
The Idea of God seems not to have needed help
designing a safeground,
where kids can play.
Sam Harris axed me, vicar-iously, Do you believe in literal
re-sur-rection of some formerly
living thing/ any?
Yes, yeast, I do. It seems dead, only our knowing it's not
and proving other wise de-ifs the possibility it's dead, now alive.
It's like that cat box, Schrödinger has.
Anything is possible, God knows, Jesus even said so,
wit' God, all o'this is possible,
save lying and dying and failing to be good for me.
Living, it seems, is the deed we do
to prove living forever is worthy of trying,
happily ever after, starting now,
if you wish to stay mortal and never know,
you can't.
You know you die, so you die.
Forever,
that goes on.
It's hell to try that with no triumph in sight.
Alone, especially.
Oct 9, 2018
Oct 9, 2018 at 3:32 PM UTC