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The Potato Corner: With Mayo, Please
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Monday, March 17, 2008. With Mayo, Please. Some potatoes have turned positive after being chopped and mashed. It's a wonder they didn't end up cynical. Today, there's a whole lot of reasons for this potato to say,. With mayo, if you please.". The blue sky at 12 noon. A picturesque angle of a twiggy tree on a blue sky background. Smiles in the workplace. More hugs from friends. Free ice cream and cake. The green, green grass. A safe right eye. Positivity is a potato trait. March 29, 2008 at 11:24 AM.
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The Potato Corner: Two Scary Photos from the Daily Paper
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Saturday, April 5, 2008. Two Scary Photos from the Daily Paper. Those are two condominium buildings right in the middle of the Philippine rainforests. These condos house the Korean staff of the Hanjin shipbuilding company in Subic Bay in Zambales. I wonder why those who are not "mere Filipinos". Are given the privilege to misuse and abuse our resources, human and otherwise. Are we too hospitable. How much does a kilo of rice. The last time my mother asked me to buy rice from the nearby sari-sari. Jane's ...
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The Potato Corner: Hormones
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Monday, March 31, 2008. They are furious inside,. They are shouting orders. And we follow them. We are puppets willing. To move and kick. At the yank of strings. They are raging inside. And we are thin-skinned;. We too, we smolder and churn. They are powerful beings. That grow stronger than us. They are furious inside,. They are shouting orders. And we shout their orders. Potatoes have hormones, too. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Lake of Unconsciousness: The Water Horse Blurb. A Caustic Potato Note.
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The Potato Corner: Potato Shouts: Be Real for Mother Earth
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Sunday, March 16, 2008. Potato Shouts: Be Real for Mother Earth. Man, she's sick of wearing your false-teeth. She cannot complain, she doesn't speak. Open your eyes though,. Sans chewing, she'll swallow you whole. As the water boa devoured the bathing elephant. Take off your apathy, your complacency as well. Open your eyes to the fragile nature of your kind. There in silence lies a vindictive adversary. Man, your false-teeth bite holes into her cheeks. She doesn't need dentures to cover the gaps you make.
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The Potato Corner: Trees Through Potato Eyes
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Sunday, March 16, 2008. Trees Through Potato Eyes. Intricate tree barks mirror life. Trees dream to reach the beautiful Luna. In their nostalgia, raindrops kiss trees. Green leaves and brown twigs swim in the cool blue sky. Potatoes look up to them tall trees. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Lake of Unconsciousness: The Water Horse Blurb. A Caustic Potato Note. With Mayo, Please. Trees Through Potato Eyes. Potato Shouts: Be Real for Mother Earth. Anatomy of a Potato. Stream of Potato Consciousness.
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The Potato Corner: Lake of Unconsciousness: The Water Horse Blurb
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Friday, March 28, 2008. Lake of Unconsciousness: The Water Horse Blurb. It was my cousin from Down Under whom Ben Chaplin chucked over to lure Crusoe toward the lake. If he did not appear as himself, then his acting surely did improve. He looked like a veritable potato-colored rock. But I'm sure it was my cousin. The Loch Ness monster. Always had its allure and I'm glad they've found a way to tell ol' Nessie's story. Nessie isn't Crusoe, but at least I now know the creature was produced asexually. Stream...
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The Potato Corner: Mashed Potato
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Wednesday, March 12, 2008. Pain is a blistering summer sun. First rolling, rolling. From my gut to my heart. Where it bobs up and down -. Turning into a silver ball. That reeks of sweaty socks. Into a wriggling, slithering. Noisy blob, hissing what-ifs to my brain. And disappears through windows. Can somebody please tell me? Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Lake of Unconsciousness: The Water Horse Blurb. A Caustic Potato Note. With Mayo, Please. Trees Through Potato Eyes. Anatomy of a Potato.
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The Potato Corner: A Potato Beauty Tip
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Monday, April 7, 2008. A Potato Beauty Tip. When you are low on sleep, slice some potatoes and chill them. Put them on your eyes for about 15 minutes. Good bye puffiness! Beauty, health and potatoes! Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). What can U do? A Potato Beauty Tip. Eat Potato with Rice. Two Scary Photos from the Daily Paper. The Humbling of a Potato. Potato Wisdom According to. Diane's handful of surprises. Jane's shadows of scribbles.
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The Potato Corner: The Humbling of a Potato
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Wednesday, April 2, 2008. The Humbling of a Potato. She sheds her camouflage piece by piece,. Relenting to the force of nature. Now she looks unlike the others in their shades. Except for red sneering welts,. She is naked. she has nothing to hold. But a fraction of momentary awareness. As if hexed by a charmer. She twists and grovels toward a clearing. Where, against her will, she docks her fears again. The fowls, how strong are their noses! They smelled blood that's yet to trickle. What can U do? Potato...
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The Potato Corner: Anatomy of a Potato
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Thursday, March 13, 2008. Anatomy of a Potato. A potato is made up of 80% water and 20% solid. Just like you, however, a potato also has these essential features. Are uneven. They can talk to you and see you even without glasses. Often breathes whatever kind of air is present but its favorite scent is Clinique Happy. Can talk and eat at the same time. It also likes berry-flavored lip balm. Works above its brain. It can be stupid at times but is always noble. The potato's excretory organ. With Mayo, Please.
