Recipe Of The Week: Turkey Bolognese
I only discovered Turkey Mince through neccesity one day when my taste-buds desired the hefty, hearty taste of either Beef or Lamb mince but couldnt afford it. So I turned to the cheap and surprisingly very healthy alternative of 500g Turkey Mince for $4.95 which ends up being able to feed about 4 people. The healthy factor was taken...
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I only discovered Turkey Mince through neccesity one day when my taste-buds desired the hefty, hearty taste of either Beef or Lamb mince but couldnt afford it. So I turned to the cheap and surprisingly very healthy alternative of 500g Turkey Mince for $4.95 which ends up being able to feed about 4 people. The healthy factor was taken...
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Thoughts at 10:54 on a Sunday Night:
Mike Pattons sinister laugh through a megaphone is still echoing in my ears as I see her illuminated, drowned in red light that frames her features. There is a spider in front of us, and I remember the half eaten green apple covered in dust & the hardcore Cowboy that slam-danced in front of us.
Also, can't get...
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Mike Pattons sinister laugh through a megaphone is still echoing in my ears as I see her illuminated, drowned in red light that frames her features. There is a spider in front of us, and I remember the half eaten green apple covered in dust & the hardcore Cowboy that slam-danced in front of us.
Also, can't get...
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You take my hand,
I embrace your fragile figure
Under this moonlight, that lights these dead trees in such a way.
Fairy lights are draped across the most unpurposeful of places
Upon a clothesline on a desert island patch of concrete
We dance, and you smile
That crooked smile of yours
I look up and notice we are in a strangers backyard,
The most intimate...
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I embrace your fragile figure
Under this moonlight, that lights these dead trees in such a way.
Fairy lights are draped across the most unpurposeful of places
Upon a clothesline on a desert island patch of concrete
We dance, and you smile
That crooked smile of yours
I look up and notice we are in a strangers backyard,
The most intimate...
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mile1423:
"Damn it feels good to be a gangsta..."
julianbleach:
Yes, this is an unashamed rip off of Office Space, but it provided such inspiration that I could relate to! Consider it an homage 
Short Story Tuesday
I am given ten words from the mouth of my friend Sommer.
I am then to turn said words into something structured and elaborate that somewhat resembles a story.
Welcome to a new weekly segment called Short Story Tuesdays.
Acid Balls & Deadfalls (Diamonds & Detriments)
Enjoyment
Lame
Reciprocate
Tangible
Lament
Reiterate
Wrong
Hot
Futile
Little
Benjamin had been here before, but...
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I am given ten words from the mouth of my friend Sommer.
I am then to turn said words into something structured and elaborate that somewhat resembles a story.
Welcome to a new weekly segment called Short Story Tuesdays.
Acid Balls & Deadfalls (Diamonds & Detriments)
Enjoyment
Lame
Reciprocate
Tangible
Lament
Reiterate
Wrong
Hot
Futile
Little
Benjamin had been here before, but...
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We Can Never Go Back: (The I Dont Want To Fuck You Hypothesis)
This is a story of boy meets girl.
Anton Bergh grew up believing he would never be happy until he met The One. This stemmed from a childhood full of pop music with undertones of misery, syndicated american sitcoms, and the abandonment he felt every time he suffered the loss of a...
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This is a story of boy meets girl.
Anton Bergh grew up believing he would never be happy until he met The One. This stemmed from a childhood full of pop music with undertones of misery, syndicated american sitcoms, and the abandonment he felt every time he suffered the loss of a...
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This Notebook Belongs To...
Broken Hearts & Memories
Empty Bottle & Empty Dreams
Cats, Joints, Xmas Trees
And the Little White Lies that make the world go round
Psuedocidal Genocide
Stray-Cat Nation
An Institution without
A Revolution or Revelation
How can you be lost,
If you never knew the Way?
Tear out your eyes
Replace them with Lies
The White Ones
That light the way...
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Broken Hearts & Memories
Empty Bottle & Empty Dreams
Cats, Joints, Xmas Trees
And the Little White Lies that make the world go round
Psuedocidal Genocide
Stray-Cat Nation
An Institution without
A Revolution or Revelation
How can you be lost,
If you never knew the Way?
Tear out your eyes
Replace them with Lies
The White Ones
That light the way...
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Yvette was French, but she was also Canadian.
For most of her life she had been two things.
The Angel & The Whore,
from the Statton Island Shores.
She carried breadsticks in a bag on a bike with cane.
A little cane basket built for bags.
From the markets which she bought the bag she rode,
down Raglan Hill to a little crossing by a...
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For most of her life she had been two things.
The Angel & The Whore,
from the Statton Island Shores.
She carried breadsticks in a bag on a bike with cane.
A little cane basket built for bags.
From the markets which she bought the bag she rode,
down Raglan Hill to a little crossing by a...
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Good evening my darlings. Welcome to the initiation of a new weekly tradition, wherein I will be sharing with you, Constant Reader, my devious evil concoctions that other people would never dare to call edible, muhahaha.
This week, Jules Scrambled Eggs
Ingredients:
4 Eggs
2 cups of Low Fat Milk
1 Teaspoon Low Salt Reduced Fat Table Spread
1 teaspoon Dill
2 teaspoons Sweet Honey...
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This week, Jules Scrambled Eggs
Ingredients:
4 Eggs
2 cups of Low Fat Milk
1 Teaspoon Low Salt Reduced Fat Table Spread
1 teaspoon Dill
2 teaspoons Sweet Honey...
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Eyes were smoke-screened,
Her smile, a chain-link fence
Heart was locked & guarded.
Laughter came in spikes
From a hippocratic smile.
She carried hemlock,
In a ziplock bag.
Tweleve Dreams,
Of Odysseus & Sholto,
She traveled to Rome.
They talked over telephone,
Put it in the planner,
To leave your heart on hold.
Oh Risus, Oh Risus.
You tear me to pieces
Her smile, a chain-link fence
Heart was locked & guarded.
Laughter came in spikes
From a hippocratic smile.
She carried hemlock,
In a ziplock bag.
Tweleve Dreams,
Of Odysseus & Sholto,
She traveled to Rome.
They talked over telephone,
Put it in the planner,
To leave your heart on hold.
Oh Risus, Oh Risus.
You tear me to pieces
JD Salinger passed away today on 28th January 2010 at the age of 91 at his home in New Hampshire. He inspired a whole generation and gave birth a to a new genre, influencing the works of Kerouac, Ginsberg & Burroughs, and my good friend Markus Zusak, who was responsible for giving me my first copy of Catcher In The Rye when I was 16....
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My arm is sore, my sockets popped & my ligaments torn from spending too much time reaching for the elusive cookie jar on the top shelf, and just like a kid, I still refuse to settle for second best, such as grandmas hard boiled candy. Insanity is indeed doing the same thing over and over again but expecting different results. But here I stand, years...
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