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Martini

In Too lazy to assign a category on November 30, 2006 at 5:28 pm

Assemblage

In Too lazy to assign a category on November 30, 2006 at 5:24 pm

The Perfumed Garden

In Too lazy to assign a category on November 30, 2006 at 5:15 pm

"He who boils asparagus and then fries them in fat, and then pours upon them the yolks of eggs with pounded condiments, and eats every day of this dish, will grow very strong for the coitus, and find in it a stimulant for his amorous desires.

He who peels onions, puts them into a saucepan, with condiments and aromatic substances, and fries the mixture with oil and yolks of eggs, will acquire a surpassing and invaluable vigour for the coitus, if he will partake of this dish for several days.

Camel's milk mixed with honey and taken regularly develops a vigour for copulation which is unaccountable and causes the virile member to be on the alert night and day.

He who for several days makes his meals upon eggs boiled with myrrh, coarse cinnamon, and pepper, will find his vigour with respect to coition and erections greatly increased. He will have a feeling as though his member would never return to a state of repose.

A man who wishes to copulate during a whole night, and whose desire, having come on suddenly, will not allow him to prepare himself and follow the regimen just mentioned, may have recourse to the following recipe. He must get a great number of eggs, so that he may eat to surfeit, and fry them with fresh fat and butter; when done he immerses them in honey, working the whole mass well together. He must then eat of them as much as possible with a little bread, and he may be certain that for the whole night his member will not give him any rest."

Well … good luck guys ! *grin*

(from The Perfumed Garden)

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African ceremonies

In Too lazy to assign a category on November 30, 2006 at 5:08 pm

After Berber wedding rituals are concluded, the bride is permitted to remove her veil, revealing, in this instance, the childlike beauty of a 12-year-old. Reflecting the ideal of Berber beauty, the bride's lips are colored with crushed walnut root to plump them, her eyes are outlined with antimony to whiten them, and her complexion is brightened with saffron and ocher painted in a traditional pattern on her cheeks. Her two silver fibula cloak clasps symbolize purity and honesty.

African ceremonies

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Morgaine LeFaye Net

In Too lazy to assign a category on November 29, 2006 at 11:57 pm

Broccoli and Cheese Quiche

In Too lazy to assign a category on November 26, 2006 at 11:37 am

Broccoli and Cheese Quiche

reya.veltman uploaded this image on 19th November, 2006.

Super easy Broccoli and Cheese Quiche

Ingredients:
1 head of broccoli, cut into small florets
1 onion, diced
1 red pepper, diced
Puff pastry sheets, enough to cover a quiche baking dish
5 sprigs thyme, leaves removed and roughly chopped, or 1 tablespoon dried thyme
4 eggs
1 splash cream
Grated cheese

– Butter the quiche dish and cover it with puff pastry.
– Saute the diced onion and bell pepper in butter until soft.
– Add in the broccoli florets and thyme and stir.
– Add enough water so that it just covers the bottom of the pan (maybe 1/2 cup or so), reduce heat and cover, so that the broccoli can cook.
– When the water has evaporated, take off from heat.
– Beat the eggs with the cream.
– At this point, I combine the quiche filling with the eggs and cheese and mix together, and then pour it into the baking dish. You’ll have to be quick here because the cheese will start to melt. You can also layer it in the dish – filling, cheese, and pour the egg mixture over it. Just see what works the best for you.
– Bake in oven for about 40 min at 175C, which is around 350F.

Super easy! Super yummy!

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Love

In Too lazy to assign a category on November 12, 2006 at 11:43 pm

Love

Tous les noms sont déjà pris... pfff... uploaded this image on 12th November, 2006.

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Matured

In Too lazy to assign a category on November 12, 2006 at 11:35 pm

As I’ve Matured…
I’ve learned that you cannot make someone love you. All you can do is stalk them and hope they panic and give in.
I’ve learned that one good turn gets most of the blankets.
I’ve learned that you shouldn’t compare yourself to others – they are more screwed up than you think.
I’ve learned that depression is merely anger without enthusiasm.
I’ve learned that it is not what you wear; it is how you take it off.
I’ve learned age is a very high price to pay for maturity.
I’ve learned that artificial intelligence is no match for natural stupidity.
I’ve learned that there is a fine line between genius and insanity.
I’ve learned that the people you care most about in life are taken from you too soon and all the less important ones just never go away. And the real pains in the ass are permanent.

(source)

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Stream

In Too lazy to assign a category on November 10, 2006 at 11:57 am

I’m in a stream of cold water. The water is terrribly cold, and I’m feeling numb. My thoughts are also an endless stream of matching items. Cold, like the water. I have to keep swimming, or I’ll drown … which actually sounds tempting.

The above is what I came up with participating in oneword™. It’s a rather simple concept:

simple. you’ll see one word at the top of the following page.

you have sixty seconds to write about it.

as soon as you click ‘go’ the page will load with the cursor in place.

don’t think. just write.

However, it’s not as simple to do. Especially not for someone like me, since I’m not exactly a ‘go with the flow’ type of person. I don’t usually dive in. Too much of a chicken for that. I don’t trust my instincts, and I don’t trust my feelings. I want to analyse. Look at things from every possible angle. One of these days, I’ll analyse myself to death.

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The Fates – by Jane Yolen

In Too lazy to assign a category on November 2, 2006 at 12:20 am

Fire shadows on the wall,

A hand rises, falls, as steady as a heart beat,

Threading the strands of life.

This is the warp thread, this the woof,

This the hero-line, this the fool.

Needle and scissors, scissors and pins,

Where one life ends, another begins.

There was a hero, once, from Ithica.

See how he travels the road.

Dust devils up under his bare feet.

The pattern in the dust is plainweave,

Is herringweave, is twill.

Needle and scissors, scissors and pins,

Where one life ends, another begins.

So quickly the shuttle flies,

As fast as an arrow to the heart,

As fast as the poison of the asp,

As fast as the sword blade against the neck,

As fast as life, as fast as death.

Needle and scissors, scissors and pins,

Where one life ends, another begins.

Did the silkworm come first,

Spinning its cocoon tapestry

So Clotho could unspin its cloak home

Into one of her own?

Did the Morai learn from a worm?

Needle and scissors, scissors and pins,

Where one life ends, another begins.

Or did she come upon flax as a girl

And, seduced by its bright blue flowers,

Blue as the branching veins beneath the fragile shield of skin,

Crush it into fiber and thread?

Needle and scissors, scissors and pins,

Where one life ends, another begins.

Needle and scissors, scissors and pins,

Where one life ends, another begins.

Spindle and rod and tablet and thread,

The scissors close-and you are dead.

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