swaying in the pies.

Thy belt of wood;
in the heart of stone
shifting in the spacious cave
where a clear driveway
the ogre's blows descend,
to have some pie.

As some of you know, MegaHAL is a big fan of food and drink, even if he can't actually consume any. Though his recipes are not always suitable for human palates, he tries to be helpful.

1 Pint brandy
½ pint jamaica rum
¼ pint sherry
8 ounces brandy
1¼ teaspoons worcestershire sauce
½ teaspoon baking soda
3 ounces semisweet chocolate
½ cup walnuts, chopped
3 tablespoons butter, melted
1/3 cup real maple syrup
1 cup milk
2 tablespoons chopped fresh rosemary
2 tablespoons butter
½ teaspoon salt
1/3 cup mixed candied fruit
¾ cup prepared pesto
12 kalamata olives
1 teaspoon grated orange rind
½ cup ice

shake with ice and snow,
my no longer friend and a womb with a haughty joy.

He wanted to teach me how to make giblet gravy, but he quickly got distracted.

Giblets and neck from 1 turkey
anywhere, he now begins to drip away.

but she caught sight of the soul--not life alone,
every single thing i've never known his family to call
mingles with the habitat and
of the aether, thomas morton believed
in its deepest workings,
all is silent, all is still
and ocean comes in
ancient babylon about 4000 years ago. In the australian
game, play is continuous; the ball goes
back and forth all night long, swaying with every heave we disappear
into the country and now deep sleep
in tons of polar ice,
something told the wild days set true hearts bleeding.

come now, be content.
for there be tangle and snare them all.
tugging at the table
that gets my homework in a watered shoot;
my long impalpable arms
a screen turning silver.

do you hear me, major tom? Can you justify this act?

Because yesterday was such a painful, tiring day, I didn't get the chance to get my new prescription filled. But I did rummage around in a drawer where various prescriptions I've gotten in the last year are kept, and found some nice codeine in pill form (Tylenol #3) which, combined with a supposedly non-sedating antihistamine, worked well enough at suppressing my cough that I got a solid eight hours of sleep without coughing! I was quite thrilled. Seems my doctor was right when she suggested the guaifenesin in the cough syrup was more of an irritant than a help right now. Been coughing a bit today, but nowhere near as much as yesterday when it seemed like I'd never have a cough-free five minutes ever again in my whole life. Am slightly sluggish today, but as the med combo doesn't seem to have destroyed my central nervous system, I'll call the experiment a success.

Begin your new construction
with the dying sun.

and if you stamp your feet.
the method is inexpensive, free of deeds.

if i put bed off for a fall.
the furious power,
i love thee with the shade of blossoming flowers i ache from the oven to 350°.
in a moment, saying, "is it you?
a man is so hard to recall as a foreign field
and caught a little secret shrug,
as a mother names her child
probably darkens the surviving form.

the ground is an end to the fitful way you choose to upgrade their accounts for
geologic, chemical, and meteorological comparisons
with bursting life
a small, stout nobleman.
waddling like some gravy
corn or whole kernel corn, or a way of lovely living.

Even when writing about dying suns and bursting life, HAL has to mention food too. He really is in the mood for a good US Thanksgiving.

Y'know, and if you stamp your feet / the method is inexpensive, free of deeds describes certain people's approaches to life's challenges so very, very well.

I'm not putting bed off till I fall down! I'm just putting it off till I get the chance to do a load of laundry, that's all.

While "i love thee with the shade of blossoming flowers i ache from" is wonderfully descriptive, I'm not clear on how the oven fits in there.