Clove - cooks in love

Scene 1:

- Gar! Lic at that rack!
- Yes, my rack's loaded - with all kinds of vegetables!
- Wanna cook something up?
- Wine not? (wink wink)

Scene 2:

- Hello, my little bell pepper!
- Don't butter me up!
- Hey, what's the mutter with you?
- I know you're up to something fishy! Who's the other chick?
- There's no one, cherry tomato! It's always bean you!
- Don't lie, I saw the saucy messages she sent you, the tart!
- Chilli, babe! I would never be meen to you!
- All I'm saying is don't stir up trouble, that'll really peas me off.
- I'm sorry, potato pie, but you know, I clove you!
- Are you just raisin my hopes?
- No, honey! When I look at you, I feel just like Christopher Kulambus did when he saw the United Plates!
- Ok, now that's just cheesy! (laughs)

Scene 3: (under adult souperfishion)

- I'm going to cashew your cheque now, darling.
- Oh, you're straw-berry hot!
- You want me to stoke your stove?
- Oh yes, but gingerly.
(and the rest is left up to imagination)

haiku

A book might not be enough

to hold the sky,

but the words are. 

The Feminine Mystique

We're looking for a game in which women fight like hell to save the world and men. It goes like this:

Men have trouble believing that there might be others who think, just like them, others who believe, just like them, others who feel, just like them. They think they rule the world. They think that the decisions they take shape the world. They’re not concerned whether a decision is wise or not before they take it. They do not look at the consequences.

Five hundred years ago, man tried to conquer a planet that they thought would serve as a useful place to go to after they had brought destruction upon the planet they lived on. They didn’t succeed.

And a hundred years ago, the creatures of that planet, bitter and thirsty for revenge, paid back their due by destroying all of mankind.

But the creatures overlooked something. Not being human, they did not think it necessary to harm any other than those creatures that had harmed them: they eliminated all men, but overlooked the women.

So now, it falls upon us to do what we’ve always done; survive. Survive in this burning wreck that the aliens have left behind. Survive, and revive hope for mankind. Survive, and protect the men that the aliens have forgotten, in the hope for a better tomorrow.

Sluggish

I know what I must do

I know what must happen

I know what’s at stake

I know what we’ll lose

But what difference does it make?

Knowing all this much

Like the sage on the mountain

I just sit in a place

And do nothing

And hope everything will turn out ok

Knowing it won’t.

I try to convince myself

That I’m waiting for the right moment.

But I know that’s not it.

I’m just too complacent

To do what it takes.

I’m just too scared

Of what it’ll mean for me.

Like the turtle on the mountain

Hiding under my shell

I wait for the world to end

And hope my eyes will close before then.

Modern Revolution

He got them all a menu card

Which was funny. 

He got them all a menu card,

Risking his life,dignity, honour.
He got them a menu card
Which made him an absolute hero

Going to the waiter,

Demanding from him

Gimme all your dishes!
Defend all mine!

Gimme, gimme, gimme!

Draw blades
Fight to the death

Knight in shining T-shirt, 

Fighting to feed the hungry damsel

Sweat drips,

Bite Lip,

Flash Sword,

Soldier down.

Many more swishing blades-

The enemy's got back-up!
Soldiers in white-and-black

Sweating behind trays

Lone knight

Sole chance

Grab the prize

Run and order

He got them all the menu card

So dearly won

They cheered him greatly

And decided to eat elsewhere. 

Divide

I judge, and I criticise and I scorn

At decisions that were made ages ago

Decisions that changed our lives—

Maybe for the better, maybe worse

Who am I to say?

I judge and I criticise and I scorn

But sometimes

I wonder what I would have done

If I had been there

If I would have chosen to kill

Or chosen to die for what I believed—

Right or wrong, who am I to say…

If I would have gone along with the crowd

Just to keep the little circle of peace around me,

Fought for a larger peace, desperately hoping I was right

Or if I would have been baking cookies

Away from the madding crowd

Or if I would have got caught between warring factions

Neither here nor there, unable to decide for myself

Unwilling to fight, so my circle of peace would be intact

And died an uncertain death.

I judge and I criticise and I scorn

But who am I to judge?

When I don’t know what I would have done

In their place

At that time

Who am I to criticise

When I might have been just like them

In their place

At that time

Who am I to scorn

I can’t judge what I think today

What would I have thought

In their place

At that time?

Who am I, when I might be

Worse than them?

the teaser

He comes in the dead of night, when you most expect him.

When you’re sitting awake, eyes wide, holding as much hope as you have closest to you, that’s when he comes.

And when he does, all hope is extinguished. Because there is no chance of escape, no ant can run fast enough, no needle is long enough to keep away

DRACULANT!