The Pink Pulla Biili – The Bun Car

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“The pink hue, is inviting the few, with its sugary outlook, to come and take a close look, and perhaps, to buy some sweet tasting buns too“ Gun Roswell

The smell of freshly baked goods, never really able to resist the lure, of something so very good, then again, without sampling, there is no understanding, of how it really tastes, as the odours, albeit oh so very tempting, are nothing, compared to the actual taste of things, and so, begging, for one bite, just to get it right, in the awaiting mouth, then, when assured it is the needed stuff, there is really not getting enough, of the sugary sustenance.

Double strong in a 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

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.

Just My Little Piece of Chocolate Heaven

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“Chocolate, the finest organic sustenance ever created” Gun Roswell

There is just
something about you
I am in lust
And only for you

I am finding it impossible
to stay away
Highly improbable
Anything would keep me at bay

I lost you
Luckily
I found you

My little bit of Heaven
By sweet sweet
I am up to seven
My one and only treat

My sweet chocolate bar
In a serial package
You didn’t venture too far
When I was tracking

Chocolate Cake!!!

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“To have my cake and eat it too?… hm… eat it!” Gun Roswell


It’s just a cake
Nothing fake
Some sugar and spice 
All the things nice

And do not forget
The best ingredient
What is it?
What else for a chocoholic
But dark chocolate 

Coffee, the one and only 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

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.

Never enough Coffee!!!

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

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, Life, is there a 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


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?

Coffee, always on the run

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“There is always time for coffee, no matter where and when you are running, coffee, in the run, of course!“ Gun Roswell

The coffee break does not read the time on the clock, ticking away, tick tock, too loudly, as a moment or few had passed, without a cup on the side, and so, there was now a great big gaping hole where the coffee used to go, a size which could only be filled with the strongest kind of concoction.

The kind where even a spoon would melt in, and so, it was totally a large kind of sin, to go such a long time not consuming even a drop of the stuff, which made life somewhat worthwhile, and perhaps even that faint smile onto the grumpy old face, as nothing else really these days could.

But now, on the run, not the morning jog type rather fighting through in the rat race, trying to keep the head above the water’s edge, and without constantly tipping into the coffee jar, it was impossible at best, and so, taking a mug filled to the hilt, a large one at that, consuming it while moving forward in a good pace, the coffee helping on this difficult race.

Coffee with a Side Dish

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“There is nothing wrong with coffee! Then again, adding a sugary snack on the side? Well, guess I should try?“ Gun Roswell

The simple cup of black coffee, seems to be lacking
Of something else, hovering above in stacking
Perhaps a taste of something soft and sweet 
Not that, coffee, usually, really never needed

As anything to disturb the essence of the dark liquid
Even if it would only be a side trip real, real quick
Whatever you may feel about this potent stuff of life
The coffee in the cup, the only thing in this life right

Perhaps just give it a chance, taking a small bite 
At first, washing it down with the coffee learnt
And then, if it feels totally good without a choice
Then perhaps reconsider, having the coffee some slack

Not that it and consumption in anyway needs to be toned back
Rather have a day in a week, regularly like
To add one thing sweet, in the menu like spice
Then feel how much better the break taken for this stuff

Will give you a tad more of the sugary fluff
Perhaps missing for the simple and straight cup
Of coffee, well, it might not be so much

My dearest, darlingest, Coffee

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“There is nothing better than a cup of coffee, well, basically, whenever you want!“ Gun Roswell


What can I tell you, that I have not already said, that you are great with everything, maybe even when I am lying in bed, even if spilling some of you all over, that I would not mind one bit. Because you are the one thing on my mind, even, when I sleep, as to when I am able to once again have that smooth and calming drink, of the most perfect substance ever created, Coffee.

But as soon as I am up, the first thing I will ever do, is get that smooth taste of you, into my mouth, and then only, can the day begin. Continued only, by the support of the precious thing, which always makes my heart sing, even if I had just consumed some, I am always ready for the next one. A great cup of coffee, with or without blending, something cool like caramel or sugar or whatever concoction someone might bring in, to the coffee room. As yes, there is a dedicated space, for you my dear. Coffee!

And if it was up to me, I would build a full house for you! Wait a minute! There is a house built in your honour, several as a matter of fact so, there is that and I am going in there soon enough, to give my praise to you, my dearest and most darling, Coffee!