Palms Shy Bay

Calm heights in flights,
spring rolls and soundtracks swift.
I’m mesmerized.
You chose to give me,
bravely innocent and unexpected.
I touch your face.
You requite.
This is perfect now.

WordPress Child Pages

To get the child pages of a WordPress page, update options using query_posts or WP_Query:

$options = ( object ) array(
	'order' 		=> 'DESC',
	'orderby' 		=> 'menu_order',
	'post_parent' 	=> $pg[ 0 ]->ID,
	'post_status' 	=> 'publish',
	'post_type' 	=> 'page',
	'posts_per_page' => 100
);
WP_Query( $options );

Easy Limeade

  1. Squeeze the juice of half a fresh organic locally grown lime or use one tablespoon of shit lime juice from the grocery bottle of pasteurized lime juice (deemed not as good as adjectivated by the word “shit” but you can still get lime flavor if you go down this road but you should always prefer a corpse in hand whether it be fruit, vegetable, protein. Less pre-process is more better for your body…like walking barefoot. I digress.).
  2. BTW, squeeze or pour the lime juice into a glass. This pasteurization diatribe is relevant to a single serving. Sorry, not party dose tonight.
  3. Tablespoon of honey
  4. Two drops of vanilla extract or grind up some delicious vanilla beans. Actually split open the vanilla pod with a razor and scrape out the oily beans inside. They are amazing. Make a unicorn. Fly away.
  5. Mix up the lime juice, honey, vanilla with a tiny little whisk that only pretentious people pretending to be mixologists possess.
  6. Fill to the brim with soda water AKA fizzy water AKA this soda doesn’t have any flavor AKA diabeties-free soda
  7. Write a blog post about it
  8. Enjoy

Sarah Mar

It was something small. I didn’t think you noticed until you saw it in my dream. And then you tried to place it; where it was, why it became my thoughts with you.

Bern Dimly

You know I don’t speak.
I was scared for a long time
And never knew what to say
And kept my head down
And worked harder for your respect.

I never knew what to say
Until I decided
You don’t need to know me
And I don’t need your respect.
And now you’re afraid of me.
Because you know I don’t speak.

A Ruthless Adventurer and Con Artist

You see, there are still faint glimmers of civilization left in this barbaric slaughterhouse that was once known as humanity. Indeed that’s what we provide in our own modest, humble, insignificant… oh, fuck it.

–M. Gustav H.