The wall on which the prophets wrote
Is cracking at the seams.
Upon the instruments of death
The sunlight brightly gleams.
When every man is torn apart
With nightmares and with dreams,
Will no one lay the laurel wreath
As silence drowns the screams.

Between the iron gates of fate,
The seeds of time were sown,
And watered by the deeds of those
Who know and who are known;
Knowledge is a deadly friend
When no one sets the rules.
The fate of all mankind I see
Is in the hands of fools.

Confusion will be my epitaph.
As I crawl a cracked and broken path
If we make it we can all sit back
And laugh.
But I fear tomorrow I'll be crying,
Yes I fear tomorrow I'll be crying.




Epitaph by King Crimson

Yeah, what she said. : ) If it helps, I like sautéing mushrooms in cast iron to bloom the flavor. Don't be afraid of salt unless you use store bought stock (some are low sodium). Fresh thyme is great in mushroom risotto... Also, if you cook with wine, deglaze your pan with a white wine of choice following the sauté of onions / shallot / whatever aromatics you like. Don't be afraid to finish with butter or Parmesan when the rice is done! Cheers.

Anything from that little Debbie chick. Oh yeah and cheezy poofs. I currently have 3 pounds of bananna pudding with nilla wafers in the fridge. Right after I finish this blunt I may dive head first......

WHITE CASTLE

I have two fears:

1. If I go to heaven, it will be full of pontificating dullards who make no or little sense and I will be intellectually starved forever. I don't want to hear about god because I don't even believe it exits. I don't want to hear unscientific and dumbfounded theories about what is this and what is that. I like to think I can figure those things out on my own much better, thank you very much.
2. If I go to hell, it will hurt.

Angel
~Massive Attack
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p2wIkrX077c