Friday with a Cup of Coffee

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“The day of free, well Friday at least, is upon us and what better way to celebrate than with a nice cup of coffee, right?“ Gun Roswell

Friday, is here and so, a giant enormous cup of coffee is poured, simply because, it is the best way, to celebrate, the fact, that the weekend is upon, even if the day itself and the coffee, really do not make any sense, but then again, coffee, goes with everything and nothing, and if I feel like it is the very thing, to be used for some minor celebratory action? Well, then, who will stop me?

So, now that it is all settled, I too, will settle, with my feet up, without too much of a huff or puff, and watch the weekend silently descend upon my very self, of course, enjoying my big cup of the finest organic suspension ever devised and that is all I am going to do, over this weekend of free, and if some of you disagree, feel free, to sue me!

Coffee, Life, What’s the Difference?

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“The sweet elixir of life, whatever it means to each and every person, is different, but Coffee for sure, takes the lead in my book, without any strife!” Gun Roswell

Coffee, Life, What’s the Difference?

Becoming more adult, the tastes from when a child, start to develop to a more, subtle direction, at least, that is the general consensus of things, and not all do agree, as growing up and becoming an adult are two different things, and so, how we muddle through the so called life, well, that too, varies majorly so.

Getting old, means you might want to vary your diet and perhaps start liking certain things you did not before, just like life, right?

Getting even older means, you will stat to love the bitter taste of coffee without any qualms, black no sugar, no cream and definitely no milk, no questions asked, except for the one always hanging in the air when the liquid from the cup starts to disappear — one more, please!

It is totally reminiscent of life in this writers mind, as the more stale it gets as it sticks to the bottom of the pot, having been left for far too long, on the very warming plate, and so the more bitter the stuff tastes… and then what happens?

Well, the more you go back to get, well, even more of the same old shit!

And you totally see it now don’t you, the premise of this very tale, right?

As Coffee, Life, there really is no difference!

Coffee and and a break

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“There is nothing like a break for coffee or a coffee for a break” Gun Roswell

Coffee and and a break

The cup might be small or totally large, but that is not the thing in charge, only the dark, strong liquid, which will fill it to its hilt and then, only waiting for the one whom it will drink.

And so, without any further thoughts, the breaks scarce and not lasting long, the coffee lover started on their cup, enjoying each and every single drop, until it was time to stop, return to the grind, but then again, there was no more drops in the cup to be found.

A Small Cup of Coffee?

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“Ain’t nuttin wrong with a cup of coffee, definitely not nuh-ub! But, if you dare to pour me a small one, then shame on you. If I drink it willingly, guess shame on me?” Gun Roswell

A Small Cup of Coffee?

Size really does matter, when it comes to coffee, because you know, nobody just wants one cup of the stuff, especially if it is a small one, espresso or not.

So, when being a good host for a guest, friend or foe, always be prepared to offer them the more, meaning at coffee time, which is pretty much any time, always always always, bring out the big guns, i.e large cups filled with coffee!

Thank you very much!

Reflections in a Coffee Cup

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“A finger, a hand, a face, an attitude, a day, a year, a whole life even, reflected from a single cup of coffee“ Gun Roswell

Reflections in a Coffee Cup

The cup of coffee poured, sitting in front of the drinker

As this one was, according to some, a real thinker

Life, death, life, coffee, things that nature, always on their mind

Pondering all the possible things, without trying to be unkind

As this way of living, was rather an antisocial one

But then again, without great thinkers, lots of things would remain undone

And so, trying to forgive the one deep in thought

While sipping from their very coffee cup 

As plenty of new ideas, inventions and such

Were thought of, while simply taking the time off

And letting the mind fill with ideas of plenty

And the coffee would then take care of the need of the belly

Simple as that, was this one of a kind magical drink

As really, the human race needed it for those who would dare to, think

One more, for the road, please

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“The coffee cup spilleth over, always” Gun Roswell 

One more, for the road, please

The time for coffee, is right now,

Just and enough before a total frown

The elixir giving the strength to carry on

To face all those obstacles thrown

On the path when the day starts

When all and everything smarts

But, when the maker of the liquid starts

The smallest hint of a smile

Emerges

And after that, the cloak of invincibility appears 

And so without any fear

With the coffee mug in hand

There is nothing and no one this one

Cannot to against stand!

Double strong, double size cup

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Double strong, double size, double the surprise, the taste always as good as the previous time. Coffee.” Gun Roswell

Double strong, double size cup

Coffee server in a cup, preferably, double in size, but not just that, but double strength, nothing else, because why? This is coffee, no need for any add ons.

Well, maybe some foam, the milky kind, as long as there is no lactose nor too much of the sugary type, then that would be fine, but remember to serve it in a tall glass, the whole setup chilled, even if it won’t last.

Because coffee, no matter the size, shape or strength, is the very best.

Not enough Coffee!!!

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“There is always room for more, more coffee that is!“ Gun Roswell 

Not enough Coffee!!!

The time of the day, when you simply want your big fat head to rest lay, alas the time is not really on your side, the reasons plenty to keep your eyes open and wide, but not even a smile emerges, as the urge to sleep, is too dire, and not even the house on fire, would get you moving.

So, the choice is obvious, or rather the cure, as this sleepy state,, really is a human ailment, something rather easily to be cured, as rest assured, if you get a hold of the strongest, darkest of liquids, known to human kind, the trust in me, you soon will feel, simply fine.

As this, sustenance, is totally divine, sent from the gods, up above (or wherever they just might be, looking down?) the cup filled to the hilt, then another and perhaps a third, not too soon, but neither too late to consume, the caffeine kicking in and then, all you can do is to dance and sing, and perhaps afterwards, do whatever thing needed to be done. 

Coffee, never too much of the stuff.

Coffee, the one and true life saviour

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“There is nothing more invigorating, than the smell of fresh brew in the early morning hours, when stumbling out of the bed, half asleep. It is the only medicine for the cure of not being awake.” Gun Roswell

Coffee, the one and true life saviour

The early morning hours, never the easy ones for this sleeping ugly, because that is the correct word to describe the monstrous thing getting out under the covers and stepping their giant feet to the cold floor, nothing pretty to be seen, only scowls, snide remarks upon being dressed and worse remarks and quips if being asked. Surely, not a morning being, at all.

But, that will all change, once the medicined kicks in. And by that is meant, the one and only true healer, the saviour of it all, the one which can the biggest mountains make one move, and then to put on the daily groove, to any annoyed and sleep deprived person, the big uncooperative monster had just become during the night time.

Alas, the smallest scent will make the sleepy entity hell bent, on getting up and down stairs, bursting into the kitchen with nostrils flaring, taking a deep breath, inhaling the elixir of life, taking a sip, savouring the taste, then another soon to follow, until finally, the whole cup is drained of the darkest of brews, and then only, will do, a conversation or any other query, if feeling daring, as this is just the first cup, after all.

Friday and a Cup of Coffee

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“The day of free, well Friday at least, is upon us and what better way to celebrate than with a nice cup of coffee, right?“ Gun Roswell

Friday and a Cup of Coffee

Friday, is here and so, a giant enormous cup of coffee is poured, simply because, it is the best way, to celebrate, the fact, that the weekend is upon, even if the day itself and the coffee, really do not make any sense, but then again, coffee, goes with everything and nothing, and if I feel like it is the very thing, to be used for some minor celebratory action? Well, then, who will stop me?

So, now that it is all settled, I too, will settle, with my feet up, without too much of a huff or puff, and watch the weekend silently descend upon my very self, of course, enjoying my big cup of the finest organic suspension ever devised and that is all I am going to do, over this weekend of free, and if some of you disagree, feel free, to sue me!