Few things are more beautiful to me than a bunch of thuggish, heavily tattooed line cooks moving around each other like ballerinas on a busy Saturday night. Seeing two guys who’d just as soon cut each other’s throats in their off hours moving in unison with grace and ease can be as uplifting as any chemical stimulant or organized religion.
"Arts of Hell"
Bite chunks out of me
You’re a shark and I’m swimming
My heart still thumps as I bleed
And your friends come sniffing
It has always been my dream to have an herb garden. Doesn’t have to be big. Though it is something about walking out and ripping out a handful of fresh herbs for the table that is absolutely ecstatic. Perhaps one day…