Category Archives: Corey

SNIIIKKKTTTT!!! The shriek of two tungsten swords shatter in the night. DREAD as you realize soul just separated from body. Formless, you/it meanders through the ether guided only by the call: “You silly boy, you are only free where you find me.” Time dilates, they call you forth waiting at the spark of all creation […]

Like Gluttony’s late bedfellow, the sweet tenderness embraces you only to abandon you in the night, leaving you to stumble around in the darkness of your suffering worthlessness. SLAP! A touch of her hand brings you back. You’re alive again and one with the snapping flavor. Tangerine gummies. 

A blunderbuss shot: the velocity of flavor rushes at your brain like the Colorado rapids carving out a wonder of the world. Upon impact you see visions of futures past, alternate timelines, worlds beyond worlds. You black out and awaken to a new civilization. Disciples praise your generosity and kindness, you have become a god.

AWAKEN! The fires of the soul and of all souls past, present and future call out to you as you attempt to quantify this cacophony of flavor. Like a mountain trail mix on hallucinogenics, these flavors transcend time and space, leaving you with nothing left to contemplate.  Only  interplanetary beings with a palette capacity rivaling […]

like a court jester prancing before his master this fruit juggles the tastebuds. Sweet yet savory. Short but spicy. We bang drums and blow the conch shell to welcome this sweet symphony of flavor. 

A gush of flavor hits you like a mule kick to the temple and catapults you into memories of your infancy…your first steps…circumcision…exiting the birth canal. And then beyond…inception…the evolution of life…the first single celled organism…the cooling planets…the Big Bang. Just like the flash in the pan that is life, the flavor fades and you […]

sweet as a mother’s teet on a quiet summer morning. Yet, a soft, subtle reminder that the vibrancy of youth soon fades away into a droning endless bloat of ingratitude and gluttony that forces you to consume even fruit that is no healthier than a stick of candy…

Like flesh torn from bone, a synapse frying burst of flavor strikes you to the core transforming you into the primordial beast that quickly spread his seed to create man.  

Plucked from a newborn child’s tears, the piercing sweetness invokes memories of indian summer and the bare back of mountain princess.  

The taste of sweet nectar hits you like the sweet kiss of a wet Mountain breeze created by Aphrodites’ breathe.