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Another round! On me!

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‘Minuti Coffee’, at Downtown Houston.

Haven’t been to it yet, but the vibes it gives even when it’s closed seems promising.

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A Thoughtful Customer

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I-

I just love this!

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the loveliest meowing of them all

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Before college: “What? Who would willingly become an addict after knowing a drug’s side effects?”

During and after college:

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You are impressed, if not a bit apprehensive for how long it’s kept up the act.

So far, it’s been two and a half weeks of watching the ‘dog’ muffle its cursing, struggle in multiple games of fetch, and act like an anti-social cat during the afternoon [which honestly amuses you more than anything else]. You enjoyed the should-have-been-impossible look of despair as you named him ‘Mopsy’ -for his ‘adorable locks’- and near cackled at his disgust when you first presented dry Best-of-the-Market kibble to your ‘dog’ [although you did give him a break by getting wet veg-and-meat food].

At this point, it would be a miracle that no one other than a delusional Schizophrenic would take the creature’s behavior as ‘normal’. However, it makes you anxious why the apparent ‘dog’ bothers to stay.

It’s also why you are here, behind a tree, watching wide-eyed as your ‘beloved dog Mopsy’ cracks and squelches into a larger, bipedal figure.

Well.

Now you know what demons actually look like.

You found this stray “dog” that followed you home, it’s very obviously a demon in disguise, but you’ll pretend you don’t know, just to see how long they keep up the act.

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I just-

I just LOVE how Silent-Hill-esque this is, especially with the slow escalation of tension you would associate with a professional Horror game ad!

The Sisters of the Ever-Sharpening Blade

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I AM NOT DEAD, JUST A RETAIL ZOMBIE!

In all seriousness, it took me by surprise to learn how chaotic the back of a store can be, and I’ve been working unpredictable hours due to a lot of local cargo issues. I will be getting to posting again soon, and hopefully with writing some prompts out to de-stress.

Until then, may your coffee be perfectly warm!

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[WARNING: CURSING, DISCUSSION OF CASUAL MURDER, AND CANNIBALISM]

If Grimghast was going to be honest, at least for once in his life, his cell is the coldest room he has ever been in.

Should any of the boys-in-blue bothered ask him, and was told this truth, they would undoubtedly be incredulous considering what he did to get here.

This, of course, raises the question of why he has a cellmate, of all the prisoners in Death Row.

Said cellmate is seated on one of the naked mattresses, quiet-like and hunched over his freshly iron-bitten wrists. It may have been a mercy for him to have free hands, unlike Grimghast, but it still begs the question of why he is here. With him. Who is ‘known’ to be a highly dangerous psychopath.

He seems to finally acknowledge Grimghast with a glance, and it’s amusing to recognize how the color of his eyes match that of freezer-burned blueberries. In other circumstances, the thought in itself would be enough to garner a chuckle. But now?

It just reminds him of what he’ll never see again.

“Grimwald.”

Um... what?

The man elaborates. “My name. It’s Grimwald.”

“...Grimghast.”

And now they’re both in the same cold-ass boat.

“.........Is this the warden’s idea of a joke?”

Grimghast snorted, and noted how the sound echoed beyond the cell. “If he was, then it’s the kind of gallows humor that the turn-keys won’t appreciate.”

“Who cares what they appreciate?”

“While they certainly couldn’t make our sentences worse, they are also the ones who will bring our Last Meal. Let’s avoid spiteful spit, yes?”

Grimwald, apparently, doesn’t agree. That is, his scoff sounds disbelieving enough for Grimghast’s ears.

“Don’t believe me? They were petty enough to leave me without a shirt after sticking me in here for three days.”

“What happened to your shirt?”

“I used it to clean my bloodied nose.”

“... And what had made your nose bloody?”

“I might have, eh, been insulting their mothers.”

Grimwald shot him a disbelieving look -almost exactly how he envisioned the officers’ faces to look like when they saw his first crime.

“That’s it?”

“Well, it was more about the probability that I would have a harder time freezing them to death on the basis of their sheer obesity keeping them warm.”

Dead silence. Not even the hum of a freezing unit would have cut it.

“............I’m not sure if I should laugh at a morbid ‘mama joke’.”

Grimghast’s lips twitched up in a lazy smirk.

“You’re on Death Row. You have the luxury of throwing away your sense of humor.”

“What about morality?”

“Well,” Grimghast leaned back into the cot’s wall, making himself comfortable, “whatever it took for you to get here should be answer enough.”

Grimwald squints at him, maybe suspicious, maybe confused, Grimghast isn’t sure. He wasn’t a people-person, after all.

“...What did it take for you to get ‘here’?”

“Hmm. Good question.”  Grimghast decides that this is a good time to lay down, let the universe surround and look down on him this one time.

“It started at a butcher shop. I had a wide selection, but the customers are always wanting other selections, better cuts, redder meat, yada yada-”

Even though Grimwald couldn’t see his face, he rolls his eyes for effect.

“This particularly mouthy guy, girthy and greedy in the eyes, kept going on and on about the lamb chop being ‘too boney’, and demanded another cut. I said that there was no other cut, said he had the last one. And this guy? He starts yelling that he won’t get out of the shop until he gets his pound of flesh. And I?”

Grimghast grinned, and felt more than seen the stare from Grimwald.

“I decided that I am owed a pound or so from him. One thing leads to another, the blood sprays from his neck, and I am able to quarter, process, and stuff his corpse into the freezer. Even after selling most of the torso’s meat as ‘Long Island bacon’, I still had his head and limbs sticking around.”

“By then, it sort of became easier. With each yappy-and-unmissed customer providing decent -ah- product, I had a good business going... until I was caught, of course.”

Grimghast waits. Everyone always makes a noise, whether is be a choking gasp, a sigh, or simply a shift away from his person.

He was rewarded with a story.

“I started at a restaurant. While you may be the one who has sold them your sins, I had served mine on a silver plate.”

Grimwald met his eyes, and he feels that this is the start of a cosmic joke.

“My first kill was more of an accident. It was with one of our part-timers -a garbage boy, believe it or not. He was loitering in the walk-in freezer, and I was the last to leave and lock-down the place. I-” he swallows, “-didn’t hear anything as I locked the steel door and-” he share a look with you, “-yes, you already realize the insulation’s ability to be sound-proof.”

Grimwald gives a grim grin, and Grimghast felt something bubble up his throat sympathy, laughter, who knows?

“I was also the first to arrive the next morning. Imagine how startling it is to open a fridge with extra meat in it.” A wheezing cough-laugh, “I had the choice to either report it to the Head Chef, or call the police. Obviously, I went with the third option -to simply defrost and prepare the meat. It wasn’t at all like yours, I assume, since his blood was too cold to splatter and had saved me the struggle to -to...”

The man swallows, and Grimghast realizes that there is is big difference between them, regardless of how startlingly similar their stories are.

He is sure the warden doesn’t know this, or at least doesn’t give a shit.

“So that was the first, give or take the times I’ve cooked his meat.”

Grimwald shifts in his place on the bed.

“ The second was a Sous Chef, a colleague who was transferring out to another restaurant. Apparently, it was his last day when his heart just -gave out.” His hands were shaking, now, “I thought it was just regular fatigue, you know? The kitchen tends to run hot, and everyone is always rushing, so I thought he was just taking it harder than usual...”

One of them does a shaky exhale, “I don’t know why I didn’t report that one, but I ended up hiding the body in plain sight -made him look like he was taking one final nap in his spot. No-one really noticed that he wasn’t breathing...”

Funnily enough, Grimghast wanted to know how it ends. “And how did they catch you? I can’t imagine that your luck was much better than mine.”

“It wasn’t.” He wasn’t looking at Grimghast, and it was probably for the best, “In the middle of processing the Sous, the Head Chef walked in while I was cleaning out his guts. You can imagine the screaming, and the yelling, and the -the face he made.......”

He decides to cut the guy some slack. “And now you’re here.”

“And now I’m here.”

They stew in the silence now, a couple of bastards in a cold, freezing cell.

....wait.

“Does this mean that we are now in our own freezer?”

The butcher and chef looked at each other in silence, faces unreadable as seconds passed by their revelation.

Even two floors down, their uproarious hysterical? laughter echoed the prison’s halls.

Two criminals share what is to be their last conversation on death row. With nothing left to lose, all is laid bare to the other stranger.

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Also known as 'Bulletproof Coffee' or 'Keto Coffee', Butter Coffee is both a centuries-old beverage and a rising coffee style since 2011.

For those who don’t quite know what the hubbub is about, it is believed that the buttered beverage brings benefits to the drinker as a ‘low carb, high fat’ drink that has trace amounts of vitamins and antioxidants. Despite lacking research, it’s claimed that the butter’s oils and fats ‘mix’ with the caffeine, which is slowly digested -meaning that the energy will last longer and will avoid giving you a caffeine crash.

For me, though? I honestly just like the taste. Since I had most ingredients lying around, it only took me about five minutes to make this (give or take the time wasted to figure out the blender again), and voila! Butter coffee!

Now, it’s not the best tasting brew I’ve had, BUT it had proved to mellow-out the usual bite of black coffee and blend well with the Stevia I brought to sweeten it. I would definitely recommend a try for those trying to cut back on the creamer and table sugar. It has also made it easier to write since I’m not vibrating enough to make an electron jealous.

Seriously, give it a try, if not for health, than curiosity's sake.

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For anyone who has been worried: No I am not dead, just bogged down with adult responsibilities. And lack of morning caffeine, honestly.

It honestly doesn’t help that I had been struggling with two writing prompts, both of which promise to be lengthy. If I am to post them, it will be together...... And, if they are posted, it might take a week to finish.

Until then, have a good week or so of energy and caffeine!

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As an avid baker of coffee-related sweets [or bread, honestly], I find this recipe fitting in the coming season that is autumn. Not only does it still make a good companion to Joe in the cup, it also brings in a new flavor to an otherwise traditional ‘cake’.

I hope you all enjoy this as much as I did!

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Hello everyone!

I just got back from a Tennessee vacation, and its been a blast of scenic routes and cave exploration that I took some pictures of! Most of it is while I’m moving [in car or on foot], so forgive the quality that you see!

Anyways, I hope all of you have had a great week so far! And, if not, that your dark nights will end by a break of day!

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“Coffee Toffee Recipe | Homemade Coffee Candy Recipe | Yummy” by Yummy.

Hopefully, a new sweet to fill the candy jar...