Coffee

My coffees weak. That's not a good sign, it means there's too much water in it. But I guess i don't really mind. I mean, if there was something to mind about it would be that. This is hard. No, not the coffee; the coffee is far from hard, just thin. I was thinking about something else when I mentioned 'hard.' Please, take your mind out of the gutter. Filth is not permitted in one's mind when they are to be engaged in a mode of appreciation. Yes, filth...that and this unimaginative cup of brown water.

My body is my temple; the beat is flooding my house. 

Rhythm intoxication, a natural state induced by ritual chant.

Oral tradition is a nice tradition. Double meaning. 

What? Sorry. Filthy...: Soilthy. Ha. 

I can tell that that last passage might seem a bit confusing and nonsensical, and for that I must apologize. But now, focus your mind, and read it as a poem.  

Mysterious, am I right?

Wow, now that's a second cup. It seems that the depths of my caffeine stained pot has developed something far stronger than ever conceivably imaginable. My first guess would be that the over use and consistent lack of cleaning the pot has led this here coffee to become the next level of bean.

Free trade coffee beans?

I don't think anyone should trade for free.

My mind is a bit scrabbled right now,

And i don't think I could spell it out to you with only seven letters. 

Unless of course the letters were: D - A - V - C - E - R - A

Figure it out, Wiz Kids.

I just had an apple with my ever evolving cup of coffee. I put the apple in my drink and bobbed for a bit, but after severely burning my crotch and ruining my computer I decided I'm going to take a break from the activities. 

You can't see it but i just took a break from writing and bobbed again.

And again. 

Ow.

You know what's worse than staining your clothes? 

Your skin. 

Bu dum ch.

I'm not crazy about that joke.