find a match in the darkness

casey stengel

going to bed with a woman
never hurt a ball player
its staying up all night
looking for them
that does you in.

barry bonds was always better now he's just faster

i went to the sight where otis redding crashed

if i was woody guthrie i would write a song about it

jack kerouac has a purple heart

i cant argue with what i said before

i cant fight my feelings
fuck it
you just
go and bare all sometimes
if you cant sit there
in the sickness
then get the hell out

just like a butterfly
making butter in the sun
warm my pre-morning smile
find that magic howl

sometimes i make misses so
sometimes i walk hand in hand
sometimes my love is growing
ill tell you darling

a ghost or a shadow

we've dropped off before
like a being born from a whore
there we are without a doubt
you can scream or you can shout

obscured by coca-cola

who are we
but you and i
we walk around town
just to see a pedigree
i punch holes
in a can and we get
stoned
what can i say,
i'm in my prime
not short,
not dead,
no rest,
and blink your head,
and i'll be gone
green is a funeral man's drum song
t-bone strum and get you some
stay behind and be gold eyes
look around the morning
suprised to find no sunlight lies

why we always create spaces between

there is a space that lies between art/design and food that i think offers a valid exploration prize. that feeling from the soul of a kitchen has always been the result of well laid hands. the price of research is as inexpensive as remembering a particularly sunny day, or cloudy day, which ever you choose. and the wealthiest memories always bring warmth from that bread baked long ago.



important to create, important to struggle, and the importance of living on very little, these are the necessities which we blend to give our lives a breathing rhythm. without them we would rely on media circuits and stale laws that are as irrelevant as whatever crisis we are always in.

take a deep breath and a long cool sip and all the recipes will fall from the sky.