The Joy of Coffee
Dec. 7th, 2005 09:22 pmCaffeine is my shepherd, I shall not doze.
It maketh me to wake in green pastures; it leadeth me beyond the sleeping masses.
It restoreth my buzz; it leadeth me in the paths of consciousness for it's name's sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of addiction, I will fear no Equal; for thou art with me; thy cream and thy sugar, they comfort me.
Thou preparest a carafe before me in the presence of Juan Valdez; thou anointest my day with pep; my mug runneth over.
Surely richness and taste shall follow me all the days of my life; and I will dwell in the House of Maxwell forever.
AaaaaaaaaaaaMEN!
It maketh me to wake in green pastures; it leadeth me beyond the sleeping masses.
It restoreth my buzz; it leadeth me in the paths of consciousness for it's name's sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of addiction, I will fear no Equal; for thou art with me; thy cream and thy sugar, they comfort me.
Thou preparest a carafe before me in the presence of Juan Valdez; thou anointest my day with pep; my mug runneth over.
Surely richness and taste shall follow me all the days of my life; and I will dwell in the House of Maxwell forever.
AaaaaaaaaaaaMEN!
