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open sesame

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“Open sesame,” the famous phrase from the Arabian Nights, reflects the distinguishing feature of the sesame seed pod, which bursts open when it reaches maturity. WHFoods: Sesame seeds http://www.whfoods.com/genpage.php?tname=foodspice&dbid=84

sesame seed pod

The term “open sesame” first appeared in the Arabian book “The Thousand and One Nights.” “Open Sesame” was the magical password that opened the entrance to the cave in Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves. The phrase refers to the seeds’ ability to pop, at the slightest touch, when ripe. http://www.kingtutshop.com/Egyptian-Herb/sesame.htm

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January 6, 2009 at 7:45 pm

One More Cup…

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i made a little poem from a comment i saw on a youtube video :) hope this person doesn’t mind, i just thought it was a cool comment!

Haunting. Some one I knew listened to this song and killed his mother.
The News called him the Dylan Killer. What a tragic story. 1985 or 86. Haunting song really,
sends shivers down my spine. I quit coffee in 97. I had obsession problems. I drank green tea years later but had to quit that too, to get in touch with my dreams.

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January 6, 2009 at 7:33 pm

happy

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If he saved himself
I would be happy.
If he had a little jar of air
I would be happy to poke
some breathing holes.
Summer ends as his swollen
body returns only to be eaten
by tiny bugs and worms.

Grass is greener over here…
a ghost is fog that lingers near.
Try to forget his voice. It’s weird
although I feel pain it feels good to…

Write letters to the dead
given souls can read.
It’s easier to forget,
continue with the dream.
He didn’t save himself,
instead, brought his sister’s
lips to air and sank like a stone
thrown in the river…

Maybe he is happy
floating in the weeds…
Lungs long suffocated
far from air that I still breathe…

Our jars covered with dust,
hold nothing but stale emptiness.
Chains that locked our hearts
together grew rust and fell away…
Nothing really matters down there.
Nothing up here ever changes…

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January 6, 2009 at 7:29 pm