Saturday, July 16, 2011

Emasculated Espresso

It’s like castrating a call boy and say “Fuck!”


The blood pumping through my veins is truly dark roasted. The reason, effect and lifegiving loveliness of coffee stops to exist the very second it's caffeine is cut off.

As black as the ass of a chimney sweep, and blessed with the power of runaway freight train. The perfect morning mix will make you give birth to twins before lunch. When you can walk right out on the street and touch up the asphalt with it, or when the spoon stays standing on the top of its tip in the middle of the cup...

... first then it is ready, and that's how I want it.

"Some coffee, darling?"

The process of commercial decaffeination was invented by the Germans back in 1903. We should have known what was to come...

If a certain as well as mustachioed Austrian could have had himself a few decent cups of homebrewed happiness now and then, he probarbly wouldn’t have turned to amphetamine and would have slept nicely instead of staying awake, getting cranky and making plans.

There here’s nothing like a triple espresso before bed.


To decaffeinate is to castrate.

Period.

// T.

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