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One bag of gingersnaps
1 cups of butter
1/4 of ground pecans
Mix and cover bottom of
square casserole pan
One can of corn kernals (drained)
2 cups of cream cheese
2 tablespoons of coconut rum
1/4 cup of coconut milk
1 tablespoon of. vanilla extract
1/2 cup of sugar
2 teaspoons of molasses
5 eggs
1/4 cup of cornstarch
5 tablespoons of melted butter
Mix sugar, molasass, rum milk ,and butterin a bowl
In a mixer soften cream cheese, and addeggs and cornstarch mixing until smooth, combine with butter mixture. Add corn mix smooth
And top the gingersnap crust. Bake for 35 minutes
Or until filling is firm and top is browned.
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My Father- His Son- Holy Spirit R 1- the Sum of it ALL
Sum like it hot
Adds up cold
Subtract not
Divides the soul
Feelings at naught
Hardly behold
Fires started as I walk on the coals
Mercies grace saved my soul
My Father- His Son- Holy Spirit R 1- the Sum of it ALL together they all make me whole
And one and one and one is one
The Father, His Son, Holy Spirit are one
Feelings at naught
Hardly behold
Sum like it hot
Adds up cold
Subtract not
Divides the soul
Mercies grace saved my soul
My Father- His Son- Holy Spirit R 1- the Sum of it ALL together they all make me whole
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
6/20/23
231: two minutes, thirty one seconds divided 2038
From be a perfect 365 days. Curses in evening where the
warmth of summers mind me. The sun centers it's self perfect to make annoy many. They recovery of a spacecraft
found on the Martian surface domants the news. People in New York taste the centery old bottles of rye recovered from a restoration project In the Valley of the sun, a large price of tourquise is recovered with a large diamond attached to it. The album " Soothing Sounds" wins song of the year. Ultra bun jeans are banned in four states. And a woman from Giza says she's pregnant by aa alien from a world light years away from earth. I found a station on mountain radio that plays "new game music" I get my red juice number four and smoke my pipe. My wife walks in and I asks her to dance We decided that day to sell the business and move back down in the valley. IWe decided a room on the cruise ship would get us by until we bought a home. One day we went walking and a fast moving food truck went by I flag the man down, I told him people walk here, slow that contraption down. He smiled and offered me two free homemade soydogs. I ate them and fell in love. Went home and made my own recipe. Eggs, soy flour, dried veggies, liquid smoke, spices , broth and pureed meat. I put red beet juice in em to make it red you know, people love em! Absolutely love em! I made four million in three years, that's how good this stuff is man! Relish and onions will have you grinning for days. My wife told me "honey" flour ain't never tasted so good; I told her causes it mine baby, all cause it's mine" she laugh, thinking it was funny, but I made a lot of money here, now I am selling. Piggy bank sale, it's all yours!
We are the sum, we are the whole,
A product twined by every soul.
We are the cast, we are the mold,
Defined by lies and truths we’ve told.
We are the plague, we are the cure,
Old minds corrupt and young hearts pure.
We are the wars, we are the peace,
We’re life’s first breath and death’s release.
We're every voice, we're every tongue
We are the rests in anthems sung.
The artist's brush, the sculptor's clay:
We are the canvas on display.
We’re rushing flood, we’re scorching drought,
Saint Peter’s faith, Saint Peter’s doubt.
We are the loaf, we are the crumb,
We are the whole, we are the sum.
while experimenting
with flavors
Doctor Sinister
developed
a flavor the world may
have been waiting for.
He dehydrated cucumbers,
onions,garlic, and
a seedless tomato with liquid smoke.
he used a food processor to
to grind them, when he had a powder
he mixed it with dehydrated buttermilk solids
he added some cayenne pepper.
he used it to season ground beef.
he made a egg sourdough and made
hamburger rolls.
when these were done he
combined them making a wonderful
flavored hamburger.
he used cheddar to accent the flavor.
lettuce and tomato, minced onions
two slices of bacon.
and slathered the toasted
bun with thousand island dressing
he called it
The Rhine Carte Burger.
He wasn't finished
he used the same cucumber powder, oion mix
in a sourcream sourdough bread
what did you expect?
well he got knowthing but great results.
come on down to our resturant
and get yo'self sum of dat grub!"
he
Suspending Time
David J Walker
Step 1
Block the clock
Obscure its view
Nothing old
Nothing new
Only now in which the
Me and the you
Commune as the single sum
Though, in the distance
the chime sounds one
Step 2
Forget every word
Ever sung
Ever heard
In a maddening passion
For understanding
Accept the pure silence in
The science of
Aphonic visions together
We have known and knew
As the distant chime
Sounds two
Step 3
Block your brain
Don’t think
Nor even blink
Or follow the rabbit trails
That lead to the failure
Of an unfamiliar nowhere
You are here
You can hear
The harmonics of our
Deep breath duet exhaled
And free
As the distant chime
sounds three
Feint and Bolo are friends
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Thy train under the management of
Arttie Repertoire a A&R Sports management firm
which specializes in Controlling and Evaluation Services
During a sporting exhibition they were challenged
by two future performers. One had a great knack at speaking
and used his VOCab to get under the skin of the two performers..
The management team saw a profit in such spectacle.
Alot of musicains were there with some reporters.
A radio station broadcasted the news live on air.
A sportspod performance agency sorted out
the details.
Counter point and perspectives got people
talking. So many calls came into the radio station
that they had to call two Professional promoters to sort the detail. A Sports Firm called in
then and rivaled one of the promoters.
Welll by the end of the day nothing was settled.
In the morning on a TV show it started up again
with people accussing both promoters of being to chicken to represent the Sports Entertaining Monikers.
They said company profits have weakened the Sport and Gimmicky
promotions that threaten people are outragous and need
oversight and restriction.
Real Wrestling Guru's
called in and finally
one guy said he had been tired of not being allowed to help wrestling succeed.
That everything in Pro Wrestling was outta touch for the general public who often
don't watch or speak of wrestling due to it's inability to connect
to the versed audiences
They called for Billionaires to unite and support regional promoters to create an event that would challenged the modern day Specticle that divides America and her interst.
they called on an evnt that would take two men and call each champion and let them go head to head and create a One Worlds Championship for
the future of People who are interested or just like the divessity of peoples!
231: two minutes, thirty one seconds divided 2038
From be a perfect 365 days. Curses in evening where the
warmth of summers mind me. The sun centers it's self perfect to make annoy many. They recovery of a spacecraft
found on the Martian surface domants the news. People in New York taste the centery old bottles of rye recovered from a restoration project In the Valley of the sun, a large price of tourquise is recovered with a large diamond attached to it. The album " Soothing Sounds" wins song of the year. Ultra bun jeans are banned in four states. And a woman from Giza says she's pregnant by aa alien from a world light years away from earth. I found a station on mountain radio that plays "new game music" I get my red juice number four and smoke my pipe. My wife walks in and I asks her to dance We decided that day to sell the business and move back down in the valley. IWe decided a room on the cruise ship would get us by until we bought a home. One day we went walking and a fast moving food truck went by I flag the man down, I told him people walk here, slow that contraption down. He smiled and offered me two free homemade soydogs. I ate them and fell in love. Went home and made my own recipe. Eggs, soy flour, dried veggies, liquid smoke, spices , broth and pureed meat. I put red beet juice in em to make it red you know, people love em! Absolutely love em! I made four million in three years, that's how good this stuff is man! Relish and onions will have you grinning for days. My wife told me "honey" flour ain't never tasted so good; I told her causes it mine baby, all cause it's mine" she laugh, thinking it was funny, but I made a lot of money here, now I am selling. Piggy bank sale, it's all yours!
weighing the total sum of existence
is not a skill which is given to us
lying well beyond realm of human minds
even those of prophets and wunderkinds
requiring eternal omnipotence
along with very dogged fixedness
on the tracking of every single change
within unending universe of strange
perhaps why all the gods are too busy
to notice devotees in a tizzy
over all who will not follow their rules
deride and treat them as self-righteous fools
certainly some will call this blasphemy
which should result in incapacity
removal of the right to live and breathe
to do any ungodly thing I please
while others may react slightly more gentle
needing to indoctrinate this fellow
fill me to the brim with scriptures and verse
before my condition becomes much worse
coming right back to the totality
that driving need to measure all which be
inevitably to count, sift and sort
that which their true religion should abort
keeping it all very crisp, neat and clean
creating an accounting-of-souls dream
I for one have no evil scheme or wish
within the sacrilegious pond to fish
fully content to not bother the gods
measuring of totality and odds
I’m pissin’ in the wind
and a hurricane blows,
driftin’ too far drownin’
in a sea of woes
Feet of clay crumble
from under its weight,
and I drink to forget
but fear it’s too late
And I wanna vent but
it’s better I don’t
and I wanna leave but
I know I won’t
I suck it up and try
to be a better man
and substitute reality
with anythin’ I can
Till I no longer feel
and too much to bear,
and look in the mirror
and no longer care
The dogs of time are
howlin’ at the moon
and I feel like I’ll be
joinin’ them soon
That fortress I built
means nothin’ at all,
sadly it's just a brick
and not a wall
That road I'm travellin’
is aimless and long,
and it’s paved with sh*t
and has been all along
Love and joy and hope
are fanciful dreams,
in this world of mine
nothin’ is as it seems
Gaslit truth and trust
and culture wars rage,
and I fear I've entered
a dark Orwellian age
A crisis of aspiration
takes a frightenin' toll,
and that scream I hear
comes from the soul
The winds of fate blow
in the end times too,
and storms are gatherin’
but what am I to do
This big old universe
keeps fu*kin’ with me
but I won’t tempt fate
and what will be will be
I’ve spoken with God
and read the holy writ,
it sucks if my fate is to
burn in a flamin’ pit
I can breathe in the air
but not livin’ is dyin’,
and I've asked myself
what’s the use in tryin’
For the fork in the road
is nigh just up ahead
and I wanna go straight
but will veer instead
Now the clock is tickin’
in the midnight hour
and the taste of death is
both sweet and sour
Ya must do what ya must
for it’s not well to exist
when the sum of all things
are too much to resist
Written: February 1996