Philip's Page

As the tide chills and the leaves give up, and long since anyone paused to admire the sun, the fires of man rage with blind instinct and subliminal drive. The celebration of the years end and the beginning of another in conjunction with the birth of a character in a sacred novel powers the will of man to do and be unto others, while administering deep seated insecurity and doubt into the mind of the individual himself. Doing for others merely quells the burn of the guilt we brand into our hearts… Continue

I would like to be a bean. For someone to soak me, rinse me, and season me with their flavor of preference. Then, i'd like to be boiled for hours on in, marinating in delicious garlic and onions, waiting patiently until the day i meet the grain of rice of my dreams, to be consumed with, to slide down the pallette of some wonderful bean and rice eating creature, and please their eager belly with my squishy insides. I'd also prefer that Zatarains be a part of my seasoning, and that i would also me… Continue