Male.
(Sex not gender.)
Twenty-nine years and eight months.
(Since conception.)
Blue-eyed; brown-haired; left-handed;
Lobes on ears; can't touch nose with tongue;
Second toes longer than big toes;
Dimple;
Asymmetric smile.
White.
I mean - pinky-peachy-creamy-coloured.
Husband; father; brother; son;
Friend.
Foe?
English; British; Europ...
No -
Person; primate; mammal; living thing.
Christian.
(Sinner.)
13.77 billion years from when it all started.
Indeterminate years until it all ends.
Craig
(Me.)
Friday, 15 February 2013
Autobiography
Ode to Coffee
Coffee is an ugly, muddy looking thing.
<switches on kettle>
Coffee is useless at keeping its warmth.
<scoops granules into the French press>
Coffee makes you fidgety and nervous. You lose concentration.
<fills with hot water>
Coffee sucks the moisture out of you.
<depresses filter>
Coffee is acidic. It will stain your teeth. Its oils will raise your cholesterol.
<pours>
Ah ....... Coffee!
<switches on kettle>
Coffee is useless at keeping its warmth.
<scoops granules into the French press>
Coffee makes you fidgety and nervous. You lose concentration.
<fills with hot water>
Coffee sucks the moisture out of you.
<depresses filter>
Coffee is acidic. It will stain your teeth. Its oils will raise your cholesterol.
<pours>
Ah ....... Coffee!
Labels:
cholesterol,
coffee,
concentration,
filter,
French press,
nervous,
ode,
poem,
poetry,
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