where the devil sleeps

where the devil sleeps

Thursday, 24 March 2011

Red Velvet Yummies

Ingredients fo cupcakes :

2 and a 3/4 cups sifted cake flour
1 teaspoon baking powder
1 teaspoon salt
2 tablespoons unsweetened cocoa powder
125ml beetroot juice (Woolworths is the most common place i was able to find it)
red gel food colouring (as much as you feel appropriate)
125ml unsalted soft butter
1 and a 1/2 cups sugar
2 eggs
1 teaspoon vanilla essence
1 cup buttermilk
1 teaspoon white vinegar
1 teaspoon baking soda



Ingredients fo frosting :

225g unsalted butter
350g cream cheese
3 and a 3/4 cups castor sugar (super refined, almost powdery sugar)
maple syrup and cinnamon if you wish



PLEASE NOTE all ingredients should be taken out of fridge to reach room temperature.



This is how ya do it :

Preheat your oven to 180 degrees Celsius.
Line muffin pans with muffin cases and grease with Cook 'n Spray things.

Sift cake flour, baking powder and salt in a medium mixing bowl.

In a smaller bowl, mix beetroot juice, gel food colour and cocoa until its pretty and smooth.

In a larger mixing bowl, beat the butter and sugar until fluffy.

Beat in eggs, one at a time.

Then mix in the vanilla and cocoa beetroot things.

Its okay if the texture goes funny at this point.

Slowly add parts of the flour mixture along with the buttermilk.

But do it in parts, like one part flour, then some buttermilk, then some flour, then some buttermilk........etc.

Now, in a little bowl mix the vinegar and baking soda. It's gona be all fizzy so not too a shallow bowl. This part is quite important so don't forget it!

Then mix the vinegar things with the red batter you've got now.

Scoop equal amounts of batter (make it 3/4 full) into the greased muffin cups.

Bake for about 20 minutes, stick a skewer in one of the cookies and if it comes out almost clean, they're done!



Frosting :

Beat the butter until fluffy.

Add the cream cheese and beat until fluffy.

Add the sugar one cup at a time, mixing very well between adding.

Finally, add vanilla and the rest of desired flavouring.

Ice generously.

Tah Dah!

ApplePie



HELIGOLAND


"THIS LOOKS A BIT LIKE AN ELEPHANT"

Wednesday, 23 March 2011

while seeping into the dark.

IT'S BEEN A WHILE SINCE I GAVE YOU SOME THOUGHT

MINOR   ACID   FLASHBACKS
AND   DROPS   OF   SOBERNESS
TRULY   ENLIGHTENED





Thursday, 17 March 2011

Era

I wondered. If it is a universal law to hate and mentally torture your own step children?
This man, sporting a soon to be Hitler moustache, has a god complex, most probably the result of fucking up 7 years of his life to study Theology.
He's old, yeah. He is completely oblivious to his surroundings and what is currently happening around him. All he has, day in day out is his sheep-like routine. At 17h0o he missions around, locking all 5 outside doors, closing blinds and curtains, all except one. The most important one to my personal liking.  Then sits himself down respectfully on the same stained spot on the sofa and switches on the idiot box. Mindlessly stares, until around 22h0o.
He reaks of coffee and sour old man. He would yell at me like he would to no other, he doesn't even talk that way to the dog. And I'm not allowed to argue right, because he is god and he is always right. He strongly believes that children should not be seen or heard. I'm not a child anymore ya douche.

His existance is one massive mental disorder.

I don't hate him. I just hate what he does.


Sir, you leave a bitter taste in my mouth.

Tuesday, 15 March 2011

Mental Intercourse. Yeah!

Conflict?

People. Stop fighting. Mentally and physically.
Every now and then, its OK to let a few things slip your mind.
Just forget. And be. For the now, just pause your ongoing, uncontrollable race to get to tomorrow. Let tomorrow be for tomorrow.

Clear your mind. Float on a fluffy cload. Just let go, momentarily.

Be the centre of your focus. Let a minute in your fast forward paced life just be about you. And your current state of mind. Explore it. I bet you'll find old, dusty doorways you didn't know existed. Enter, and observe.
You'll also most definilately stumble upon new perceptions, images, memories and portals that was never there. Even if you know they're not true, accept those and alter them to become empty spaces lined with enlightment and prosperity to become houses of a higher, more pure, true self.

Bingo!

Straight Psyche

blessed are the meek for they shall inherit.
blessed is the lamb whose blood flows.
blessed are the sat upon, spat upon, ratted on,
o lord, why have you forsaken me?
i got no place to go,
i've walked around soho for the last night or so.
ah, but it doesn't matter, no.

blessed is the land and the kingdom.
blessed is the man whose soul belongs to.
blessed are the meth drinkers, pot sellers, illusion dwellers.
o lord, why have you forsaken me?
my words trickle down, from a wound
that i have no intention to heal.

blessed are the stained glass, window pane glass.
blessed is the church service makes me nervous
blessed are the penny rookers, cheap hookers, groovy lookers.
o lord, why have you forsaken me?
i have tended my own garden
much too long.

"Those who reject temptation become pure at heart"

Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
 
Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted.
 
Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth.
 
Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they shall be satisfied.
 
Blessed are the merciful, for they shall receive mercy.
 
Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see God.
 
Blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall bvil against you falsely on my account. R
e called sons of God.
 
Blessed are those who are persecuted for righteousness sake, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
 
Blessed are you when others revile you and persecute you and utter all kinds of e
ejoice and be glad, for your reward is great in heaven, for so they persecuted the prophets who were before you.




Jack.

You, 
you're my only.

You're my sunshine
and my starfish.

You could almost be a mythological figure,
a higher being
that cannot be touched
or harmed in any way.

Those are the rules of your existance.

Perhaps you only exist 
in my own
personal
parallel
universe.

The only thing that may seperate us,
be time.


Monday, 14 March 2011

Smoke your friends.

Friends are like cigarettes.
They do not last.
Cigarettes are like candy.
Deliciously consumed, offered to others, friends, cause harm, used for social gatherings also sometimes to ease anxiety.
Friends are like cigarettes.
They come and go.


♪

Aliens.

Okey.
So, our highly complex human minds aren't developed to the extent to percieve and accept certian things.

For instance, there's no proof what lies beyond our galaxy, as our minds and bodies are not capable of going there, barely to leave our planet, as we aren't progammed, designed to defy gravitational force. We can't design a bubble that a person can enter and survive to travel the cosmic realm.

There are gates that we travel through. Most people fill their spirit, sub- and consciousness by focussing on past, present and future which leave them unable to experience travels through these portals. Focus on things beyond time, beyond the now, beyond self, beyond others, beyond the countless shit you gather day in and day out to make the life for past, present and future easier to accept, so to say.

Better yet, focus on a void, an immense space, nothing. That void which you strive to fill with light.

Let go.

I swear.

             Dead bugs.
I can almost feel the beeping from the radiation machine below me.

It is her
and I am the mediocre.

I am the balance in between the chaos.

I am last, but I came to be the mental middle child.

In fact,
far above any.

Far above those two.
I am the mediocre middleman.