I used to love to eat the charred grisle of the steaks my father would get on Friday nights at the steak house. It was a big deal to go the the steak house on Friday nights after work. A very good memory from my childhood.
Now it is frowned upon to leave that part on the steak, so you can’t do that anymore.
this feels stupid, like a sign i’m wasting time and so much precious effort on something that doesn’t want to be worked on. loving someone who doesn’t want to be loved by you. snuggling my cat when she’s feeling ferocious and trying to pounce on something. steak. what a tease.
You want me to eat the steak. So I will not. I find you suspicious. I don’t like the way you talk it up. Chalk it up to an uneasy and unsteady smile. The smell. The sizzle. Offerings to the Gods. You claim it is divine as it is delicious. There’s an appetite for destruction beneath your skin; it goes right into the marrow. Greedily you suck it out and live like there’s no tomorrow. Still I’m not an object for you to project upon. A vision board for self-serving suggestions. Look at how I contrast. My shadows are darker. My light is brighter. I flicker like a moving picture. Study me closely if you will. Short of hiding myself, an intention I have no want of seeing through, I will show you one thing on purpose. As I slide a finger between the slit in this shirt it is pointing towards a crackling hearth, do you see it? The hungry heart? Naked ambition. A dream, a mission. To dine with you in misery is not on my itinerary. Focus on your own plate. What feeds your hungry heart? Take two fingers and as bread through a fruity, rich oil savor this greasy little glint of knowledge, as if the olive were a pitted eye: why would you ask another when you yourself can chew?
‘Our lives are at steak!” Misty screamed at John. “You can’t just fight everyone. You are going to get me and Mia killed!” John was stunned at his wife’s anger. He was fighting for the greater good. Couldn’t she understand that? He wanted to protect her and his child.
“Look, Mist.. I have to fight. To protect you-” Misty cut him off, by pulling the bag of weapons out of his arms.
“I can protect myself, without putting my child at steak, John. Goodbye.” Misty held the bag close and stormed into the house locking the door behind her. John stood on the lawn for a few minutes, stunned. He turned away from the house and began to walk to his car, tears in his eyes.
“Fine…” He muttered, getting into his car. “Protect yourself. You won’t see me again.” He started the car and hit the gas hard. He drove toward the wooden bridge that hung over the flooded river.
The bridge supported people, not cars, but it didn’t stopped. He drove straight into the bridge and it snapped, dropping him into the raging water.
Steaks are amazing. They can range from t-bones to chopped. You can cook them with little seasoning like a true meat lover or use all sorts of spices and sauces to increase the flavor. I love steak. Truly.
I like steak. I think it is delicious with potatoes and other sidedishes. I am really hungry now that I am thinking about eating steak for dinner. I wonder if I have any in my fridge at home. Maybe I can go out to eat after work.
The grill marks still sputtered from the flame. “Shit,” Gonzo said, wrestling his lunch back into his stomach. “How did he end up here?” The charred face held an absurd, eerie grin.
it was a steak. it was a steak. i couldnt believe it. it took 10 years, i was waiting for this moment for 10 years.
You see, im Bongo and i am lost in translation, i got lost in the world, im waiting but i think it may never happen, see people again. I got my first steak in 10 years.
Oh no! How could anyone not feel bad for the baby deer?!
Killed by a mean, evil mountain lion, dragged to a dark lair!
Then the evil, mean cougar drops the innocent creature’s corpse
at the feet of two pairs of kittens or cubs like the good mother
that she is, providing nourishing food to her offspring. Now what?
Cat got your tongue (pun intended), you whiny, anti meat eating,
“cute creature” killing hater butt, too quick to judge (and wrongly
at that) retards. Organism eating was around before plants existed
and plants are organisms, so if you don’t like eating “living things”,
“animals or animal products”, then don’t eat anything and just die,
or genetically alter yourself to make chlorophyll, literally going green.
To live any non plant (and some plants too) must eat a living thing
or consume its products. Technically vegans are murderers too. XP
“You really want to eat steak again?” I asked, blinking a few times involuntarily. We had just eaten steak a few days before and– we both knew– we couldn’t afford to eat twenty dollar pieces of cow more than a few times a year.
“Yeah, think of it as a sort of celebration.”
“A celebration for what?” I thought as I shrugged and picked up my car keys.
how do you like your steak?
I like mine just like I like my life
mostly raw…..a bit warm
dripping with tantalizing juices
blood flowing
wild, primal
tender, succulent
melting in my mouth
sensual experience
savoring deliciousness
Now that’s life!
I want a steak. A real one. Ben remembered the last tiem he had tried to get a steak aboard the seaQuest. It was just a cheeseburger that time, but it had looked delicious. Then Bridger had taken it. This time, he would go on his leave time, and find someone to hook him up with a steak. That’s all he wanted. Why was that so difficult. Since it had become illegal in 2012, it was harder to obtain than pot.
I have moved from a place
Of constant crisis
and instead have moved
to a place where I float
unconcerned with each and every thing
waves pass over me
and I come up for air gently
without struggle
harmonious with my environment
I wanted a good steak, but settled instead for some deep conversation, and a drink. I was hungry, but the woman I was speaking with was simply too intriguing for me to digest anything but her commentary. And her beauty. And her simplicity.
He looked up at me and promised next time we come here, I’ll pay more attention to you than the steak..and the next yr, he looked up at me and said, “sorry, I did it again”…
The cow was beautiful. Milk and cookie colored. Salt and pepper colored, if you will. He was playful and cuddly too. He loved humans. But humans didn’t love him. They loved eating him. Steak.
she brings out the platter, with marinade and juice dripping everywhere.
“Sorry ma’am, I’m a vegetarian”
she frowns
“well, you can have the bread and salad, then”
you told her about this before, many times
but change is different
and she fears the different
Thick, juicy porterhouse slapped the plate and sizzled with crispness. His eyes bugged out of his head like Wiley Cayote; this was no ordinary piece of meat.
She looked down at her plate. There, amidst a pile of mashed potatoes and cold gravy, a boilerplate assortment of vegetables that lay limp was a big, huge ridiculously sized piece of meat. There was no way for somebody of her stature to even think about starting this thing. She picked up a fork, picked up a knife, and hesitated.
He turned the steak over so the other side could cook.
“When’s it doing to be done, Daddy?”
He smiled down at his little daughter. “Soon, sweetheart. Very soon.”
Mmmmm steak. How do vegans not eat steak? I don’t get it. I live on it. I have absolutely no idea what to write right now. You can turn my heart into a steak if you want. :-P
Sitting there waiting for the waiter to bring me the first steak I’ve ever had. How lucky am I? A long time ago, when we had some money, the old man called up Freddy the butcher and told him he wanted a filet mignon. The best cut he had. Along with 2 pounds of chopped meat. I brought it home and watched the old man make the steak like a pro who’d been doing it all his life. It smelled so good, I could feel the spit welling up in my mouth. I sat there and watched him eat it. Me at the table in a chair and the dog there on the floor looking up with a different kind of begging look than mine. Well, it was clear that the damned dog had a lot more experience at this sort of thing than I did. I mean, who could win that fight? Shifting her weight from side to side to make sure the old man knew she was sitting there; catching his eye once or twice, staring him straight in the eye with a look that could melt rock. Me, all I could do was sit in the chair and stare at that piece of meat. And when he had about two or three bites left, he gave one them to the dog. She didn’t even chew it really, just swallowed it whole and looked up for another one. He didn’t give it to her. When he was done, he wheeled away from the table and told me that I’d better get the hamburgers going. The boys would be home soon and they’d be hungry. The dog sniffed the floor one more time, turned and left. And I wondered, was she thinking, Fuck him, the way I was?
J’adore le steak saignant sur charbon de bois c’est délicieux. Servi tout simplement avec des frites et de la salade. Un bon verre de rouge. Auparavant je préférais le filet mignon mais maintenat j’ai découvert le Rib steak.
We ordered steak and filled our bellies with warm beef and peppercorn sauce, settling our souls against the edge of our seats and wiping our mouths with the tablecloth, much to the chagrin of the restaurant’s owners. We ordered beer by the barrel, savoring each carbonated mouthful, and washed it all down with more beer. Then we stepped outside to light cigars, ignoring the wrinkled noses of the disdainful as they passed us, savoring the sweetness of premature death.
The moment you entered the appartment, you could smell it. the overpowering sent of meat cooking. It sent your mouth watering for a taste of that steak sizzeling on the grill.
She watched him devour piece after piece of the slab of meat in front of him, without regard for conversation or the room around him. She moved a pea anxiously around her plate, glancing around the quiet ambiance of the table cloths and beautiful people. She wanted to leave so badly.
the cypress awaits our wan faces
our graceful disgraces
our tree hovering laytex.
Girl your like a fine steak;
i’d find it impossible to revile you
all I want to do is revive the metaphysical
elliptical
within your back pocket’s lint residuals.
Slice up that t bone because its all yours tonight,
tonight your not in flight or flight;
I backspaced all your plights,
ensuring every inch of seabreeze
whispers
just right.
I used to love to eat the charred grisle of the steaks my father would get on Friday nights at the steak house. It was a big deal to go the the steak house on Friday nights after work. A very good memory from my childhood.
Now it is frowned upon to leave that part on the steak, so you can’t do that anymore.
this feels stupid, like a sign i’m wasting time and so much precious effort on something that doesn’t want to be worked on. loving someone who doesn’t want to be loved by you. snuggling my cat when she’s feeling ferocious and trying to pounce on something. steak. what a tease.
I like steak, if cows where never put on the planet I would probably die.
You want me to eat the steak. So I will not. I find you suspicious. I don’t like the way you talk it up. Chalk it up to an uneasy and unsteady smile. The smell. The sizzle. Offerings to the Gods. You claim it is divine as it is delicious. There’s an appetite for destruction beneath your skin; it goes right into the marrow. Greedily you suck it out and live like there’s no tomorrow. Still I’m not an object for you to project upon. A vision board for self-serving suggestions. Look at how I contrast. My shadows are darker. My light is brighter. I flicker like a moving picture. Study me closely if you will. Short of hiding myself, an intention I have no want of seeing through, I will show you one thing on purpose. As I slide a finger between the slit in this shirt it is pointing towards a crackling hearth, do you see it? The hungry heart? Naked ambition. A dream, a mission. To dine with you in misery is not on my itinerary. Focus on your own plate. What feeds your hungry heart? Take two fingers and as bread through a fruity, rich oil savor this greasy little glint of knowledge, as if the olive were a pitted eye: why would you ask another when you yourself can chew?
I don’t like steak. It’s not very good. I think of barbecues and cookouts and parties with friends. But steak itself? I’m not going to eat any.
‘Our lives are at steak!” Misty screamed at John. “You can’t just fight everyone. You are going to get me and Mia killed!” John was stunned at his wife’s anger. He was fighting for the greater good. Couldn’t she understand that? He wanted to protect her and his child.
“Look, Mist.. I have to fight. To protect you-” Misty cut him off, by pulling the bag of weapons out of his arms.
“I can protect myself, without putting my child at steak, John. Goodbye.” Misty held the bag close and stormed into the house locking the door behind her. John stood on the lawn for a few minutes, stunned. He turned away from the house and began to walk to his car, tears in his eyes.
“Fine…” He muttered, getting into his car. “Protect yourself. You won’t see me again.” He started the car and hit the gas hard. He drove toward the wooden bridge that hung over the flooded river.
The bridge supported people, not cars, but it didn’t stopped. He drove straight into the bridge and it snapped, dropping him into the raging water.
Steaks are amazing. They can range from t-bones to chopped. You can cook them with little seasoning like a true meat lover or use all sorts of spices and sauces to increase the flavor. I love steak. Truly.
steak is my favorite food in the world. Steak comes from a cow and I like it medium-rare. It costs 20 dollars.
I like steak. I think it is delicious with potatoes and other sidedishes. I am really hungry now that I am thinking about eating steak for dinner. I wonder if I have any in my fridge at home. Maybe I can go out to eat after work.
Buffalo Bills had the best steaks around…grilled to perfection and you can cut them with a butter-knife. Sarah to
The grill marks still sputtered from the flame. “Shit,” Gonzo said, wrestling his lunch back into his stomach. “How did he end up here?” The charred face held an absurd, eerie grin.
it was a steak. it was a steak. i couldnt believe it. it took 10 years, i was waiting for this moment for 10 years.
You see, im Bongo and i am lost in translation, i got lost in the world, im waiting but i think it may never happen, see people again. I got my first steak in 10 years.
Oh no! How could anyone not feel bad for the baby deer?!
Killed by a mean, evil mountain lion, dragged to a dark lair!
Then the evil, mean cougar drops the innocent creature’s corpse
at the feet of two pairs of kittens or cubs like the good mother
that she is, providing nourishing food to her offspring. Now what?
Cat got your tongue (pun intended), you whiny, anti meat eating,
“cute creature” killing hater butt, too quick to judge (and wrongly
at that) retards. Organism eating was around before plants existed
and plants are organisms, so if you don’t like eating “living things”,
“animals or animal products”, then don’t eat anything and just die,
or genetically alter yourself to make chlorophyll, literally going green.
To live any non plant (and some plants too) must eat a living thing
or consume its products. Technically vegans are murderers too. XP
YOU’VE BEEN KEVINATED!
I dont eat Steak. Dont know how it looks,feels and tastes.Maybe people eat it and relish it.But not me…I have my own set of food preferences
“You really want to eat steak again?” I asked, blinking a few times involuntarily. We had just eaten steak a few days before and– we both knew– we couldn’t afford to eat twenty dollar pieces of cow more than a few times a year.
“Yeah, think of it as a sort of celebration.”
“A celebration for what?” I thought as I shrugged and picked up my car keys.
how do you like your steak?
I like mine just like I like my life
mostly raw…..a bit warm
dripping with tantalizing juices
blood flowing
wild, primal
tender, succulent
melting in my mouth
sensual experience
savoring deliciousness
Now that’s life!
I really love steak, especially with barbeque sauce. I need to have it again because it’s been a few years since I’ve had it.
I want a steak. A real one. Ben remembered the last tiem he had tried to get a steak aboard the seaQuest. It was just a cheeseburger that time, but it had looked delicious. Then Bridger had taken it. This time, he would go on his leave time, and find someone to hook him up with a steak. That’s all he wanted. Why was that so difficult. Since it had become illegal in 2012, it was harder to obtain than pot.
I have moved from a place
Of constant crisis
and instead have moved
to a place where I float
unconcerned with each and every thing
waves pass over me
and I come up for air gently
without struggle
harmonious with my environment
Tasty, rare, protein. Please don’t overcook it. Red wine to accompany. A quick dinner.
I wanted a good steak, but settled instead for some deep conversation, and a drink. I was hungry, but the woman I was speaking with was simply too intriguing for me to digest anything but her commentary. And her beauty. And her simplicity.
He looked up at me and promised next time we come here, I’ll pay more attention to you than the steak..and the next yr, he looked up at me and said, “sorry, I did it again”…
The cow was beautiful. Milk and cookie colored. Salt and pepper colored, if you will. He was playful and cuddly too. He loved humans. But humans didn’t love him. They loved eating him. Steak.
Oh boy, would I like a steak! I haven’t had one in a very long time. A nice ribeye medium rare please.
Baby deer rollick
As if in carefree Eden
Day-sky moon smiles
During the fawns’ play
A pair of hidden eyes prey
Yellow mountain cat
4 seconds of fear
Yielding to a final cry
Under dimming sky
Puma’s bloody fangs
A death of one innocent
Likewise innocence
Those of soft heart weep
Over loss of young & sweet-
One loves deer STEAK meat!
she brings out the platter, with marinade and juice dripping everywhere.
“Sorry ma’am, I’m a vegetarian”
she frowns
“well, you can have the bread and salad, then”
you told her about this before, many times
but change is different
and she fears the different
he ordered the steak and chips
and as he ordered saliva
fell
from
his
lips
I’m at a loss for words. What a curveball!
Thick, juicy porterhouse slapped the plate and sizzled with crispness. His eyes bugged out of his head like Wiley Cayote; this was no ordinary piece of meat.
steak is food
She looked down at her plate. There, amidst a pile of mashed potatoes and cold gravy, a boilerplate assortment of vegetables that lay limp was a big, huge ridiculously sized piece of meat. There was no way for somebody of her stature to even think about starting this thing. She picked up a fork, picked up a knife, and hesitated.
He turned the steak over so the other side could cook.
“When’s it doing to be done, Daddy?”
He smiled down at his little daughter. “Soon, sweetheart. Very soon.”
Mmmmm steak. How do vegans not eat steak? I don’t get it. I live on it. I have absolutely no idea what to write right now. You can turn my heart into a steak if you want. :-P
Sitting there waiting for the waiter to bring me the first steak I’ve ever had. How lucky am I? A long time ago, when we had some money, the old man called up Freddy the butcher and told him he wanted a filet mignon. The best cut he had. Along with 2 pounds of chopped meat. I brought it home and watched the old man make the steak like a pro who’d been doing it all his life. It smelled so good, I could feel the spit welling up in my mouth. I sat there and watched him eat it. Me at the table in a chair and the dog there on the floor looking up with a different kind of begging look than mine. Well, it was clear that the damned dog had a lot more experience at this sort of thing than I did. I mean, who could win that fight? Shifting her weight from side to side to make sure the old man knew she was sitting there; catching his eye once or twice, staring him straight in the eye with a look that could melt rock. Me, all I could do was sit in the chair and stare at that piece of meat. And when he had about two or three bites left, he gave one them to the dog. She didn’t even chew it really, just swallowed it whole and looked up for another one. He didn’t give it to her. When he was done, he wheeled away from the table and told me that I’d better get the hamburgers going. The boys would be home soon and they’d be hungry. The dog sniffed the floor one more time, turned and left. And I wondered, was she thinking, Fuck him, the way I was?
J’adore le steak saignant sur charbon de bois c’est délicieux. Servi tout simplement avec des frites et de la salade. Un bon verre de rouge. Auparavant je préférais le filet mignon mais maintenat j’ai découvert le Rib steak.
My heart is beating,
Beaten
Be
The wooden claims
of my serenity
my sanity
sleep
We ordered steak and filled our bellies with warm beef and peppercorn sauce, settling our souls against the edge of our seats and wiping our mouths with the tablecloth, much to the chagrin of the restaurant’s owners. We ordered beer by the barrel, savoring each carbonated mouthful, and washed it all down with more beer. Then we stepped outside to light cigars, ignoring the wrinkled noses of the disdainful as they passed us, savoring the sweetness of premature death.
The moment you entered the appartment, you could smell it. the overpowering sent of meat cooking. It sent your mouth watering for a taste of that steak sizzeling on the grill.
She watched him devour piece after piece of the slab of meat in front of him, without regard for conversation or the room around him. She moved a pea anxiously around her plate, glancing around the quiet ambiance of the table cloths and beautiful people. She wanted to leave so badly.
the cypress awaits our wan faces
our graceful disgraces
our tree hovering laytex.
Girl your like a fine steak;
i’d find it impossible to revile you
all I want to do is revive the metaphysical
elliptical
within your back pocket’s lint residuals.
Slice up that t bone because its all yours tonight,
tonight your not in flight or flight;
I backspaced all your plights,
ensuring every inch of seabreeze
whispers
just right.