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ritual of now intensified (Free verse) by nentwined

I press the plunger of the press slowly, separating grounds from water, earth from mana, and the act (ritual) breathes the essence of coffee-to-be into my mind, a mystical hypodermic mainlined to my soul; memories of russet-brown nectar taste themselves into my mouth, the cup held to my face, and warmth tingles up my nose and explodes in full-fledged recollection of the joy I am about to experience; and then-- it is.

horus8 8-Apr-04/3:59 PM
Even if I wanted to give you a ten, which, I often do... I have a reputation to uphold. Though it's upside down and smells like a carp that's been hanging from a tree for four days, it's all I have left, that, and a box full of chocolate donuts that some time over the last three years turned powder on me.




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