wicked like the depths of a well. whats that smell?
follow the blood along a path of a trail
when you get to the end, hes already dead
thats his end. could there be anymore said?
hearing the sirens and lights flashing on the wall
im checking his skull, oh no i got blood on my palm
i wipe it on my shirt. what ended his life?
the cops come in, and i'm holding a knife
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
RUFF drapht S say
Get the door its pizza! From inside the freezer, pulled from its icy clutches, is a container of sacred food known as pizza. The box is nothing more than decorated wrapping, but it is the frozen treat that will warm the beholders hungry stomach. The frozen freezer pizza is a delicious way of being fed.
The eyes of a hungry man glaze over as he reads the box for instructions. He knows after the appropriate amount of time he will get to enjoy what he has been waiting for. So, he turns the dial on the oven, beeps the oven door, and slides in the pizza. It is only a matter of minutes until it is ready to be consumed.
The expression is a watched pot never boils, but this is pizza and it can be viewed creating a masterpiece. Slowly at first the frozen solid starts to loosen as the waves of heat surrounds it. The cheese forms a gooey surface over the top of the pie. The pepperonis glisten from their oils as they are being cooked. The crust expands and rises to complete the appearance of a fully cooked pizza. Then suddenly out of nowhere the pulsing beeps of the timer goes off, and it is ready.
Oven mitt in hand, as the door to the oven opens this rush of heat feels like a slap on the skin of the face. Placing the pizza on the stove, and seeing it fully cooked, makes a stomach rumble. After slicing it into pieces and placing a couple on a plate it is now ready to eat.
A hot slice of pizza makes a mouth water, especially, to cover up the burn when it is eaten too quickly. The savory taste cannot be explained in words, only visually, and it would look like glorious fireworks lighting up a mid-summer night’s sky in an assortment of various colors. The pizza tastes so good it can make a tear come out of one eye, or maybe because it is still hot and burns the mouth.
The pizza was fantastic. The frozen freezer pepperoni pizza hits the spot of a hungry stomach. Maybe next time it might be a vegetarian pizza or it could be an all meat pizza. Whatever the fridge is filled with could be chow for the next time there is a need for pizza.
The eyes of a hungry man glaze over as he reads the box for instructions. He knows after the appropriate amount of time he will get to enjoy what he has been waiting for. So, he turns the dial on the oven, beeps the oven door, and slides in the pizza. It is only a matter of minutes until it is ready to be consumed.
The expression is a watched pot never boils, but this is pizza and it can be viewed creating a masterpiece. Slowly at first the frozen solid starts to loosen as the waves of heat surrounds it. The cheese forms a gooey surface over the top of the pie. The pepperonis glisten from their oils as they are being cooked. The crust expands and rises to complete the appearance of a fully cooked pizza. Then suddenly out of nowhere the pulsing beeps of the timer goes off, and it is ready.
Oven mitt in hand, as the door to the oven opens this rush of heat feels like a slap on the skin of the face. Placing the pizza on the stove, and seeing it fully cooked, makes a stomach rumble. After slicing it into pieces and placing a couple on a plate it is now ready to eat.
A hot slice of pizza makes a mouth water, especially, to cover up the burn when it is eaten too quickly. The savory taste cannot be explained in words, only visually, and it would look like glorious fireworks lighting up a mid-summer night’s sky in an assortment of various colors. The pizza tastes so good it can make a tear come out of one eye, or maybe because it is still hot and burns the mouth.
The pizza was fantastic. The frozen freezer pepperoni pizza hits the spot of a hungry stomach. Maybe next time it might be a vegetarian pizza or it could be an all meat pizza. Whatever the fridge is filled with could be chow for the next time there is a need for pizza.
Monday, February 9, 2009
BLOG on a log
tha blog like a frog sits on a log in smog. In the beginning of the semester it starts off a polliwog. then it begins to grow slow; an avalanche with snow. so here we go. yo this English class is on a roll.
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