Alfred Nobel (1833 - 1896):  Inventer of dynamite, explosives industrialist in more than 20 countries and patriarch of the Nobel Peace Prize.

she speaks of the bitter side of thunderstorms
and depicts scenes of melancholic beauty,
have i really the room for another love?

Although I cut down a lot on coffee (and the related sugar hit), I recently heard that coffee itself isn't so bad for you.  With the chill of winter now in full swing protein shakes are a killer to get down.  For the last couple of days this has been my solution:


SOLENDERS CREAMY VANILLA POWER-COFFEE!!!


Ingredients

2 heaped Tblsp 100% Whey Creamy Vanilla protein powder
100ml cold water
1 Tblsp Alta Rica instant coffee powder
400ml boiling water

Place cold water in the bottom of a large (1 pint) coffee mug.
Add protein powder and blend until smooth.
Add coffee powder and blend until smoother.
Top with boiling water and stir until smoothest.

by lungfish

paranoia worked into a gravity, it spread a smothering blanket - an evolutionary launchpad
vision was tested on blank sky and a voice said: "let me tell you about the time that something occured"

medication caused an ear to hear and a conflict of interpretation arose
landscapes were drawn from a plague of particles and the burden was distributed
the law would return as inflated skins while music initiated architecture

animals living through a velocity of fear began to modify their behaviour to comply to human observation thus dropping the keystone into the egg shell honeycomb of anthrocentric history sense
as for the plants, they had been with the music

science procured a steepled shell, dressed for immortality, hollow to hold the music
the motion repelled all opinion and refused to consider its origin
apples happened bringing acids and enzymes
the spinning recorder disguised as an endless bouquet
things became erotic at the drop of a hat

a tyrant placed an apple on a table and lorded over it
as a fish realised it held a monkey inside itself and expelled it on the beach in a larval salamander form

the voters clamoured for more circles and the whole rig began to rotate
books were used for fuel and money and everybody was writing them

the planets turned inside out to expose their freight
no charges were pressed because all involved agreed that they could die

these are secrets the world sung to me truer than the truth
a young order of birds that eats the eyes of believers
science predicted forms of worship and revelled in them

an orgy of mutation took place for many years
between stones, near water, inside clouds
the people bound their feet with the skins of the animals to trample their own cities and each other
they developed external organs like guns and television sets
they believed that they owned things

one mind in a generation will hear the eternal broadcast the voice saying:
"let me tell you about the time that something occured"
and that mind's body will be strapped down and that body's mind will be subject to testing or electric currents rippled through the brain

but the music pervades
it was music that gave the shove and resolved in music we shall breathe
it was children that crafted a parent and resolved in children we shall live...

A curious dynamic in the dom/sub relationship is that the submissive secretly holds all the power.  It is the submissives prerogative as to when the fun ends.  With a single word they can return both parties to mundane reality.  It is by the submissive's will alone that the fantasy realm is sustained and the dominant, ever wary of this secret power, will be tempered in his or her ministrations.

I wonder if the illusion of dominance is as frustrating as I'd imagine it to be?  I wonder also if the thrill of overall power excites the supposed sub?

Something to find out I guess...