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Royal-Joe Carpenter
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Raconteur, historian, professional cook, rambler, gamler, poet, and all around pretentious dick.
Raconteur, historian, professional cook, rambler, gamler, poet, and all around pretentious dick.

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Asparagus People
Assholes exist in all of the seasons.  Yet, as fall stretches into winter my tolerance of them diminishes. I'd like to think that my demeanor at market is courteous, helpful, and educational.  There are many people that come to me asking for recipes or insp...

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Heaven sits atop water: toward an ecstasy of fat
Eat cheese, friends! Save your tallow! Leaf lard! Fuck margerine! Vive la beurre! Fuck your couch! Don't discard the best parts of your food! Eat less boxed food! For the love of God don't eat cereal, eat eggs!  I've been right all along!  I'm not crazy, I ...

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Still waters run deep
No matter how dry or bleak the night gets, Superfly on repeat, no end of the fight yet the whale is my nemesis vengeance my police, beyond the mad sheep I hustled my fleece the sun's too hot, the land's too cold the richness of memory obscured in the fold b...

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Egos is something the Wu-Tang crush
A bunch of the joys of watching food television are the similarities that it shares with professional wrestling.  The charismatic anti-hero that nobody likes but gets things done.  The grimacing chef that knows their shit but has a temper like lava.  Many p...

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A bunch of the joys of watching food television are the similarities that it shares with professional wrestling.  The charismatic anti-hero that nobody likes but gets things done.  The grimacing chef that knows their shit but has a temper like lava.  Many p...

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Thus spake Preparathustra
Large white flakes descend upon the sumacs, the apples, across the cobalt sky, blanketing fields and houses. From North a wind-whipped mendicant breaks the horizon. The squirrels are fat.  Old country emigres finish the last round of preserves.  The insipid...

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Duck
1. My life is a black book. But don't rebuke a drinker Like me too much. No human being can ever read The words written on his own forehead.  When Hafez's coffin comes by, it'll be all right To follow behind.  Although he is A captive of sin, he is on his w...

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simoom freestyle
Impatient poetry wandering for a home thoughts precipitate gentle patter upon dome in the violet dusk sifting memories with a comb imagined messages merging  and blending just like chrome where I've really flown riding a camel across deserts words like glas...
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