The caffeine took hold of its host once more. Aided with three sugars and a dollop of semi skimmed cow juice the aroma of the instant coffee was none existent through the powdered up nostrils of its creator. the earthy hue span from the stirring with the spoon and splashed about in sync with the cup holders wobble, before burning the throat on its descent. once inside it embarked on a series of chemical reactions that would culminate in its expulsion through the urethra. coffee is a living organism created in the womb of a coffee cup, the stains inside and outside the cup the after birth. Never abort coffee, an empty coffee cup is like a mother who has had her children taken into care.
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Coffee Cup - Jow Bates
11:43
As sleep's thick blanket faded back into the familiar duvet that subsumed Joe's drowsy being, a bleary distinction returned to room. Dull light from Sunday's noon worked its way past the thick curtains at the end of the room and had begun to crawl ever closer towards Joe's bed.
"Sunday." He muttered to himself, before placing a hand on the wall to lever himself upright. Still under the anaesthetic of semi-consciousness Joe drudged across the room to his Mac, he wiggled the mouse a few times and the computer gleamed to life with far more efficiency than he could ever muster.
"Sunday." He muttered to himself, before placing a hand on the wall to lever himself upright. Still under the anaesthetic of semi-consciousness Joe drudged across the room to his Mac, he wiggled the mouse a few times and the computer gleamed to life with far more efficiency than he could ever muster.
Reggae Sunday
The house shook with The Mighty Diamonds "Pray Unto Thee" and life began to germinate. Joe stumbled purposefully down the bare wooden stairs of his home toward the kitchen. Bypassing a forlorn looking pile of washing up, Joe flicked on the kettle and the room churned with animation. He heaped a tablespoon of instant coffee into a Strongbow pint glass as the water boiled climactically across from him.
Joe bogelled back upstairs with his pint of coffee and sat down at his Apple Mac computer. He yawned and brushed the sleep from his eyes, sipped his coffee and skipped ahead to the forthcoming Eek-a-mouse album.
"Early, early Sunday morning it was a big ganja smuggling!" He wailed, reaching for his wooden cigar box. He ripped up a couple of Rizla papers wrapped them artistically round a palmful of green, before sliding open his coequally lethargic window.
Joe gazed across the damp Guildford terraces and sipped his coffee, pausing to expel a cloud of incense into the London fog.
Joe bogelled back upstairs with his pint of coffee and sat down at his Apple Mac computer. He yawned and brushed the sleep from his eyes, sipped his coffee and skipped ahead to the forthcoming Eek-a-mouse album.
"Early, early Sunday morning it was a big ganja smuggling!" He wailed, reaching for his wooden cigar box. He ripped up a couple of Rizla papers wrapped them artistically round a palmful of green, before sliding open his coequally lethargic window.
Joe gazed across the damp Guildford terraces and sipped his coffee, pausing to expel a cloud of incense into the London fog.
I've been here before and will come again,
but I'm not going this trip through.
Coffee Cup - D'oh
I like my coffee like I like my men (I don’t even like coffee).
Perhaps it’s just the instant credibility that is received amongst work colleges when it comes to ordering a skinny latte with two Splenda's and using one of those reusable, environmentally friendly coffee cups that seems to say “hey! – I’m smart and sophisticated and I care about things”, all the while, realizing that the ground coffee beans in the cup were harvested from a fragile unsustainable rainforest ecosystem, on the verge of collapse, where the workers; underage, overworked and underpaid are whipped into submission, along with other torturous and carnal methods of motivation.
Sometimes I think; if only they realized… if only they realized that the rest of the world was in an even greater state of disrepair, it might give’m a little perspective.
I mean, had they realized that my Starbucks had run out of Splenda for my skinny latte, they mightn't be so difficult.
Perhaps it’s just the instant credibility that is received amongst work colleges when it comes to ordering a skinny latte with two Splenda's and using one of those reusable, environmentally friendly coffee cups that seems to say “hey! – I’m smart and sophisticated and I care about things”, all the while, realizing that the ground coffee beans in the cup were harvested from a fragile unsustainable rainforest ecosystem, on the verge of collapse, where the workers; underage, overworked and underpaid are whipped into submission, along with other torturous and carnal methods of motivation.
Sometimes I think; if only they realized… if only they realized that the rest of the world was in an even greater state of disrepair, it might give’m a little perspective.
I mean, had they realized that my Starbucks had run out of Splenda for my skinny latte, they mightn't be so difficult.
Coffee Cup - Dogmatix
Stephen didn’t do coffee. Stephen had never done coffee. Stephen did tea and occasionally hot chocolate, but Stephen did not do coffee. Alan knew Stephen didn’t do coffee. Alan knew Stephen had never done Coffee. Alan knew Stephen did tea and occasionally hot chocolate, but Alan knew Stephen did not do coffee.
It was for this very reason that Alan bought Stephen a coffee cup. Nothing extravagant just a simple white ceramic mug with Stephen’s Coffee Cup printed in comic sans around the circumference.
It was for this very reason that Alan bought Stephen a coffee cup. Nothing extravagant just a simple white ceramic mug with Stephen’s Coffee Cup printed in comic sans around the circumference.
Now you or I may think this a trivial gesture with perhaps a few interpretations for meaning, but Stephen knew why Alan had bought him a coffee cup. Perhaps more importantly Alan knew that Stephen knew why Alan had bought him a coffee cup, and Alan had known prior to the purchase that Stephen would know why he had been bought a coffee cup... but that was the point.
Stephen didn’t do coffee, so Stephen could not use the coffee cup. Stephen did tea and
occasionally hot chocolate, and had the mug been printed with the words Stephen’s Tea
and Occasional Hot Chocolate Cup around the circumference there would not have been a problem, unfortunately for Stephen those words were not printed around the circumference, and Stephen was left the owner of a redundant cup.
Again, you or I may think this a trivial issue, and perhaps you would consider pointing out to Stephen, that regardless of the words printed clearly in Comic Sans around the circumference, that in no other way did this cup differ from the other cups & mugs Stephen would use to drink tea and occasionally hot chocolate.
Should you point this out to Stephen, then Stephen would tell you he knew us much, he would then explain to you, at great length, why it was not right to use a cup clearly labelled as a coffee cup for any other purpose. Perhaps after this explanation you would agree with him.
Stephen liked explaining. Stephen did not like Alan.
Alan didn’t do coffee. Alan used to do coffee, Alan did tea and occasionally hot chocolate, but Alan did not do coffee.
Alan liked Coffee. Alan did not like Stephen.
Coffee Cup
Beep-beep Eight Thirty
Kettle, Milk, Late for the bus
Good bye coffee cup
Coffee Cup - CammyWhite
Henry woke up, and, for a second at least, was totally confused he seemed to be laying under some kind of strange white, china dome and was surrounded by the same herby smell that filled the kitchen when his Nan and Mum would sit for hours drinking tea and gossiping about, well whatever it was they gossiped about. Then it all came rushing back, he’d taken shelter under the coffee cup with a tea bag pillow in order to actually get some rest for his very important mission. But before we go into that it may be helpful to back track a little bit.
See Henry was not your average 14 year old boy and all of this started when he was just 5 years old, when his mum had left his Dad and moved them both out to the country, to his Nan’s house. Well on his second day in the house he’d been out exploring the huge and over grown garden and had been convinced he’d seen a fairy, or a pixie, or possibly a nymph of some description. Yes don’t worry, Henry knows how crazy this sounds, which is why as he got older he stopped talking about it, but he knew he’d seen it and had spent years looking to find it again. He had written lots of diaries on the subject, recording all his observations as he knew that when he found the fairy he could prove that it was real and would become rich and famous in the scientific world. Or at least that’s what he thought until last night. Last night, after many close calls, he had finally found the fairy again, only it hadn’t exactly gone to plan. He’d imagined for years sneaking up on the fairy, or maybe spotting it from far away and calling to it, or attracting it with some kind of food or prize but, well, Henry is fairly clumsy, so after spotting a strange rustling in the undergrowth he proceeded to, rather than sneak up and investigate, fall head first over a some kind of root landing straight at the feet of a very small, but very angry looking little creature.
Now he wasn’t sure what exactly he’d been expecting but this certainly wasn’t it! It couldn’t have been more than 4 inches tall, human-ish in shape but leafy and thorny, and it’s skin resembled bark. And to say it was annoyed would have been an understatement! It wanted to know why Henry had been following it, taking photos of it’s trees and setting strange traps around the place, yet at the same time it seemed amused, laughing at strange intervals and appearing to talk to others that Henry couldn’t see. Now in his shocked state he’d tried to have a reasonable discussion with the creature but one thing led to another, there was some shouting, much of it from Henry and well, the creature had shrunk him and this just wasn’t going to do!
So here we are, Henry, kitted with some miniature weapons he’d once fashioned to give to the creature, was now going to try to find it, save his mouse (oh yes, I didn’t tell you about the mouse did I? Well there’s a mouse) and then convince it to change him back to his normal human size. Well let’s just hope he has a plan!
See Henry was not your average 14 year old boy and all of this started when he was just 5 years old, when his mum had left his Dad and moved them both out to the country, to his Nan’s house. Well on his second day in the house he’d been out exploring the huge and over grown garden and had been convinced he’d seen a fairy, or a pixie, or possibly a nymph of some description. Yes don’t worry, Henry knows how crazy this sounds, which is why as he got older he stopped talking about it, but he knew he’d seen it and had spent years looking to find it again. He had written lots of diaries on the subject, recording all his observations as he knew that when he found the fairy he could prove that it was real and would become rich and famous in the scientific world. Or at least that’s what he thought until last night. Last night, after many close calls, he had finally found the fairy again, only it hadn’t exactly gone to plan. He’d imagined for years sneaking up on the fairy, or maybe spotting it from far away and calling to it, or attracting it with some kind of food or prize but, well, Henry is fairly clumsy, so after spotting a strange rustling in the undergrowth he proceeded to, rather than sneak up and investigate, fall head first over a some kind of root landing straight at the feet of a very small, but very angry looking little creature.
Now he wasn’t sure what exactly he’d been expecting but this certainly wasn’t it! It couldn’t have been more than 4 inches tall, human-ish in shape but leafy and thorny, and it’s skin resembled bark. And to say it was annoyed would have been an understatement! It wanted to know why Henry had been following it, taking photos of it’s trees and setting strange traps around the place, yet at the same time it seemed amused, laughing at strange intervals and appearing to talk to others that Henry couldn’t see. Now in his shocked state he’d tried to have a reasonable discussion with the creature but one thing led to another, there was some shouting, much of it from Henry and well, the creature had shrunk him and this just wasn’t going to do!
So here we are, Henry, kitted with some miniature weapons he’d once fashioned to give to the creature, was now going to try to find it, save his mouse (oh yes, I didn’t tell you about the mouse did I? Well there’s a mouse) and then convince it to change him back to his normal human size. Well let’s just hope he has a plan!
Coffee Cup - Butters
This was exactly what she needed.
She sat cross-legged, up against the side of the booth near the window, so she could watch the world go by. She often came here. Nobody quite understood why she was always on her own, sinking into her seat, writing in her book. Perhaps she just wanted to forget everything?
I’ve worked here five years.
She’s been coming in way before I even started. Everybody knows her name. Daisy. Wednesdays and Fridays without fail, she’ll be sat there. Nobody ever quite knows what she’s waiting for, but her mind just seems to sit and drift. I’d contemplated sparking up more of a conversation once, but she always seemed too deep in thought. I always trip over my words, too. I often wondered how much thought you can harbor at twenty three. She intrigued me. Her long, dark tousled hair always looked perfect, with the deepest of mocha eyes to match. She never needed much make up either, she always looked perfect. I wish I could tell her just that.
***
“Flat white pleeease, Sean!”
No cake today. I need to stop eating cake, it’s making me fat.
Sean is such a sweetheart. He always puts a heart on the top of my coffee, bless him. He’s gorgeous, too. He has the whole dark and mysterious look going on, with just the right amount of stubble. The kind that screams rough and rugged. He must have been here about five years now. He seems more shy than he looks. Always tripping over his words. Then again, I always look preoccupied. I’m not, I just think too much. I need to stop coming in here so much. Granted, I used to come in before Sean worked here. But not this often. I’m not sure he knows that. He must think I’m just one of those crazy regulars, always on my own. I wonder what he’d make of it if he did? Probably nothing. But I can dream.
***
She loves writing dark fiction.
She’d never show me any of her work though, her view is that it’s “never finished”. I just wanted the chance to talk to her about something we have in common. She doesn’t know that, though. I always fall before I have the chance. Dark graphic novels are my thing. We’d be great. “There you go, Daisy!” I always sound awkward in my own head. I wonder if she thinks I’m awkward? Maybe I should just go for it.
***
Maybe I should just ask him. The way he looks at me suggests he’d say yes. But.
“Hey, Sean!?” he turns, a smile spread across his face. “Do you wanna like, hang out sometime?” That sounded retarded.
“Absolutely... I was just about to ask you the same thing.” he couldn’t shift the childish smile from his face.
She went for it.
Maybe it would be more than just a heart in a coffee cup.
She sat cross-legged, up against the side of the booth near the window, so she could watch the world go by. She often came here. Nobody quite understood why she was always on her own, sinking into her seat, writing in her book. Perhaps she just wanted to forget everything?
I’ve worked here five years.
She’s been coming in way before I even started. Everybody knows her name. Daisy. Wednesdays and Fridays without fail, she’ll be sat there. Nobody ever quite knows what she’s waiting for, but her mind just seems to sit and drift. I’d contemplated sparking up more of a conversation once, but she always seemed too deep in thought. I always trip over my words, too. I often wondered how much thought you can harbor at twenty three. She intrigued me. Her long, dark tousled hair always looked perfect, with the deepest of mocha eyes to match. She never needed much make up either, she always looked perfect. I wish I could tell her just that.
***
“Flat white pleeease, Sean!”
No cake today. I need to stop eating cake, it’s making me fat.
Sean is such a sweetheart. He always puts a heart on the top of my coffee, bless him. He’s gorgeous, too. He has the whole dark and mysterious look going on, with just the right amount of stubble. The kind that screams rough and rugged. He must have been here about five years now. He seems more shy than he looks. Always tripping over his words. Then again, I always look preoccupied. I’m not, I just think too much. I need to stop coming in here so much. Granted, I used to come in before Sean worked here. But not this often. I’m not sure he knows that. He must think I’m just one of those crazy regulars, always on my own. I wonder what he’d make of it if he did? Probably nothing. But I can dream.
***
She loves writing dark fiction.
She’d never show me any of her work though, her view is that it’s “never finished”. I just wanted the chance to talk to her about something we have in common. She doesn’t know that, though. I always fall before I have the chance. Dark graphic novels are my thing. We’d be great. “There you go, Daisy!” I always sound awkward in my own head. I wonder if she thinks I’m awkward? Maybe I should just go for it.
***
Maybe I should just ask him. The way he looks at me suggests he’d say yes. But.
“Hey, Sean!?” he turns, a smile spread across his face. “Do you wanna like, hang out sometime?” That sounded retarded.
“Absolutely... I was just about to ask you the same thing.” he couldn’t shift the childish smile from his face.
She went for it.
Maybe it would be more than just a heart in a coffee cup.
Coffee Cup - David Ralph
Coffee mmmmm......... Coffee!! Well it would be if it wasn't tea sitting in my bloody cup ! I'm never going to work! Damn coffee-heads with their espresso's!
Coffee Cup - John Browski
I'm on my second cup of coffee today, and I just moved into my missus's house. We've had two loads of kids round today already, despite it being "dad week", and we're watching The Wire.
Coffee is keeping me going today, as I'm KNACKERED. Just moved. Think I said that a minute ago. Can't remember. That's why I need coffee.
The kids need DS's, power leads and to drop off clothes to here rather than at Dad's. So me and the missus are in bed, drinking coffee, and the girls keep popping over.
It's lovely in a lot of ways, as they obviously feel comfortable here and want to come over, although it's stopping us watch The Wire.
I write this as they are here. There's some kind of thing going on with points for a DS, which completely baffles me, although Loz is explaining it as I type.
Just to paint a picture, the bedroom bedside light is on, we're still in bed, and the girls are wandering / bouncing around the house. The DVD is on pause and Susie is dishing out blackberry soothers as the girls are ill. Well, they have colds.
The dog is fawning over Loz, and now everything has gone quiet. Just another Sunday morning. However, I still have my coffee. :)
Coffee is keeping me going today, as I'm KNACKERED. Just moved. Think I said that a minute ago. Can't remember. That's why I need coffee.
The kids need DS's, power leads and to drop off clothes to here rather than at Dad's. So me and the missus are in bed, drinking coffee, and the girls keep popping over.
It's lovely in a lot of ways, as they obviously feel comfortable here and want to come over, although it's stopping us watch The Wire.
I write this as they are here. There's some kind of thing going on with points for a DS, which completely baffles me, although Loz is explaining it as I type.
Just to paint a picture, the bedroom bedside light is on, we're still in bed, and the girls are wandering / bouncing around the house. The DVD is on pause and Susie is dishing out blackberry soothers as the girls are ill. Well, they have colds.
The dog is fawning over Loz, and now everything has gone quiet. Just another Sunday morning. However, I still have my coffee. :)
Coffee Cup - Beau
There he sat, mug in hand, looking guilty. Theresa entered the room in a stern demeanor, saw him, and said "George, you fucking fuck-wit; I have half a mind to dismantle your entire body right now.". George turned his head nonchalantly and flicked her the bird.
Then a big scary monster jumped out from the closet and ate them both.
(YOU DIDN'T SEE THAT ONE COMING, DID YOU?)
Then a big scary monster jumped out from the closet and ate them both.
(YOU DIDN'T SEE THAT ONE COMING, DID YOU?)
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