I had a dream about you. We drank coffee and laughed like old friends, even though we were strangers bathing in the Brown River of Wakefulness. I laughed because you were naked, and you laughed because I’d just overpaid for a cup of coffee at Starb...
Meg Swan: [Meg and Hamilton are talking about how they met at Starbucks] One day Hamilton gathered his courage and approached me... Hamilton Swan: I remember, I was drinking a grande espresso. Meg Swan: I know, and I remember I thought that was reall...
New Rule: Gun-control people have to stop pressuring Starbucks to ban guns. I want my gun nuts overcaffeinated, twitchy, and accident-prone. That way, the problem will take care of itself. Plus, if just one gun nut kills just one pseudo-intellectual ...
We have to learn to apply wisdom in every situation and not "spiritualize" every temptation. Sometimes we need to overcome temptation by prayer and receiving grace; other times we need to put on some cheery music, open the curtains, and make a pot of...
I know it doesn't feel this way all the time, but we get to choose what we care about and what we spend our resources on. We choose what - or ideally whom - to lust after. We choose what to watch, what to like, what to build, how to spend the breaths...
Sykes: Say, back there in Starbuck. How'd my boy do? Pike Bishop: Your boy? Crazy Lee? Sykes: Yeah, C.L., Clarence Lee, my daughter's boy. Not too bright, but a good boy. Pike Bishop: [thinks back on Crazy Lee agreeing to remain behind while the rest...
From the moment I was first pregnant, and those around me insisted that treats such as cold cuts and nail polish could cut my unborn child's potential IQ in half, I got into the habit of NOT seeking out the little things that brought me joy. Like sof...
Sooo, I'm tired of people thinking I'm a freak. I know you can't relate to that but -" "Get over it already, will ya?" Candace stood. "You're not Smellody anymore. You're pretty. You can get hot guys now. Tanned ones with good vision. Not geeky hose ...
A Letter to Andre Breton, Originally Composed on a Leaf of Lettuce With an Ink-dipped Carrot On my bed, my green comforter draped over my knees like a lumpy turtle, I think about the Berlin Wall of years that separates us. In my own life, the years a...
Alonzo: What's happening? You got the picks and shovels? Mark: You gonna dig a ditch? Alonzo: Nope. You are. That's a nice suit. [to Paul] Alonzo: What's going on, killer? Paul: I can't call it. Been hearing some shit out here on these streets. You a...
