“The salt of the Earth,” he said. “What the heck are you talking about?” “I’m drunk, son, don’t listen to me.” “No, you might be onto something. You’ve been saying all this time that Earthly means were the only ones that mattered with these spirits, maybe that’s it. Salt.”
the water isn’t good enough without the bitter taste of reality. the ocean of my life would not be so satisfying without the turmoil, the edge, the rages and the passions i so often indulge. so i let it run its course, hit the world, replenish it, give nourishment for everyone else. saltwater.
salt and pepper. my friend bought cow salt and pepper shakers for her foreign exchange family. we live in wisconsin, so obviously everyone uses cow salt and pepper shakers.
Although he took everyone else’s words with a grain of salt, he was a fan of pepper. Always adding a bit here and there. He became a legend in his own right. He’s been dead for over a half a century. Truths or not it’s impossible to say. All I know is the man lived the life he wanted to live.
blimey, did you really have to disobey orders, now look, you’re a big pillar of it. silly women. we were getting away then, she had to turn round and look, didnt she?
Popcorn can be pretty salty. I’m not sure if i prefer it that way. I think I like kettle corn better. A little bit of sweetness. French fries aren’t good without salt. The worst is when you’re swimming in the ocean, and you swallow a huge gulp of salt water! That salty taste can stay with you for hours, no matter how much water you drink! And it makes your nose burn!
Salt and light. That is what I have to be. What is wrong with this world, you ask? A lot of things. Mainly the fact that people are not people anymore. They are robots doing what they think is right, according to society. People who do not want to live. I need to bring in the salt, bring in the flavor, raise the human race’s low blood pressure.
The sweat on your brow and the taste of your skin, leave me settled between your neverlanding netherlands. Even if only for a moment, I am close to you, before I wake up and find it is gone from this place.
rub into the wound. make me hurt. say it is for healing. it makes it worse. but you know that. that is why you do it. you like me hurting wounded and rubbing salt into it makes you happy.
Hay veces en que uno cree que no puede sentir nada. Sí, hay veces en que el vacío en uno es inmenso. Y piensas en cortarte, en infringir dolor, en gritar. Bueno, la mayoría de la gente lo hace… yo solo pruebo sal. En grandes cantidades. Porque hace que mi cuerpo se llene de escalofríos, se retuerza y contraiga, llena mi cara de expresiones y hace que mis sentidos se alteren. Por un momento me siento totalmente desconectada del mundo, y solo estoy yo y ese horrendo sabor salado. Como una llamada de alerta.
Bitter and strong on my tongue. His skin is salty with sweat and heavy with atmosphere. My fingers run up his naked heated thighs and he looks down at me with hungry, hungry eyes. I can’t look at him because it’s so much. He’s so much.
Salzig schmeckt nur die Haut. Und das Meer. Tränen. Der Boden in der Wüste. Dort liegst du und alles Wasser ist aus dir rausgeflossen. Zurück bleibt nur die weißgepuderte Haut und du darin, aber bald, bald bist du hinweg, für immer, und die Sonne wird dann auch dein Inneres aufsaugen. Adieu, mon amour.
Rimed with hoar – the tree limb runed and twisted in the currents of the ocean – moving slowly like leviathan down tides always passive but as if heartended like a breathing thing – the evocation of sailors and lonely coastal villages
He stood along the coast, admiring the scenery. Hearing the crashing of the waves. Tasting the salt on his lips as he licked them. Yes, nothing could tear him away from this…
It was an avalanche. Sand.. Crystals. The brain’s chemical ambiguities, desire. What does it earn you, to be more than sweet?
It is the chance to drown without water.
angelina jolie starred in the movie salt. it was an action packed movie. the word salt is also associated with dandi march by mahatma gandhi in 1930. he broke the salt law imposed by the britishers on Indians by making salt.
I have allowed this to consume me. This empty gaze has been glued to my face. Tunnel vision that no amount of movement will break it. I have been paralyzed by the increasing rise of emotions and hate. They have taken over my mind, and my body. I no longer think for myself; I no longer feel nor breathe without it allowing me to. This voice scares me to my very core. I have no recollection of when it appeared or any knowledge of where it came from. Am I to blame for what I have done? This voice tells me I am. This voice told me to do it, but I physically went through with it. I can feel pain. Finally looking down I see the ocean’s current moving its calm salt water in and out. Red water. So faint but I know that it is mine. What did I do? I cannot bear the pain any longer. This voice must be stopped. The only way out is to walk, and by taking every bit of strength this voice has allowed me. I can move, further into the red water. It covers my knees, covers my thighs, my waist, my chest and with one last breath, my head. It’s gone without a fight.
I want salt on my food…especially my pork chops, screamed Sally. She loved salt. She loved that it was white and grainy. She loved that you could put food coloring into it and make it into many different colors. She loved that it help preserve food and other perishables. She loved that salt was so unique and useful.
My wife had finally made us dinner tonight after many days of constant fast food. I hated eating away from home, but neither of us had the time to do it. I had to work as a teacher, and she a photographer, so we barely had time for meals together. But tonight was night. I really hoped it would taste good, but sadly, my wife can’t tell the difference between sugar and salt.
I am the scum of the earth,
and also flavor for the world
Scrape me off the rocks
but sprinkle me on remorse
I can bring life to the lifeless
or bring disease if you please
Just one crystal on your tongue,
and you’ll like what you’ll see
Salt your food carefully. You never know who may be watching. I keep thinking of the unnamed executive (possible Henry Ford, or the CEO of McDonald’s) who judged interveiwees by taking them out to lunch and seeing if they salted their meat before tasting it.
Salt of the earth. It is widely understood to mean “down to earth” or realistic in manner. I prefer it on my buttered corn on the cob, thank you. Doesn’t the sound of that word make you thirsty? Beer goes well with salted corn…
over dosing on it will bring pain,strokes, health issues galore , if it was to dissapear of the face of the earth then our food will be doomed for blandness? dull, boring, unsatisfactory results the loss one of the soils most valuable minerals.
Broken over the Peruvian Andres, La Oroya lays dying. Impaled through her center by a smokestack scorched to black, salting the the blood of her children with lead to preserve them in sickness that only South America knows.
…Tequila…lime! *Everyone shutters and makes a sour face*
“Ew oh God why do we do this? I -hate- tequilla!”
“We are having fun!”
“SHIT SOMEONE JUST SAID Bubba Fett. DRINK!”
*Group groan*
salt is ensured to deliver a taste of sour, silky, tangy, yet refreshing additions to foods. Without salt, most food in the modern world would not have the great mouth watering taste!
le sel c’est bien ça mange pas de pain et puis ça fait des films avec des tarentules et tout le monde est heureux comme dans un film de claude lelouch et je mange du pain moi car je ne suis pas du sel mais c’est beau la vie pour les grands et les petits et le vin c’est bon aussi mais ça fait faire du vomi qui sent pas bon dans les naseaux y
dead sea. israel. palms and fate lines. some weeks ago i became mesmerized by my own palms, my two friends who do everything for me, with me. my companions, my workers, my identity
Es sa’jutu sāls smaržu vējā un ieelpoju dziļāk, lai izbaudītu to. Jūra atkal stāstīja man mierinošus s’tastus savā šalcošajā viļņu balsī un es pasmaidīju: ir vietas, kur vienmēr var atgrizties.
and peper it makes the workd go around it’s the the spice of life and all things originate from it there is no other in which the foundations of life come from without it you die and with to much of it you live a horible life waiting to die then you get the next meal ready and go for more what else can you do when have enough more than you think.
thereis more than one kind . I havent really tasted the difference between but i know its a thing of subtlety . Coarse, fine, iodized, or the mythic pink slab, just to naame what i know.
She turned to stir the stew. It was boiling aggressively. “I just don’t understand why she would want to even try to take my man!” She said as she absentmindedly added salt to the beef goodness inside the pot.
“Well, maybe you could just give her some of that stew and dry up her blood… with all of the salt you just added,” I said.
“The salt of the Earth,” he said. “What the heck are you talking about?” “I’m drunk, son, don’t listen to me.” “No, you might be onto something. You’ve been saying all this time that Earthly means were the only ones that mattered with these spirits, maybe that’s it. Salt.”
the water isn’t good enough without the bitter taste of reality. the ocean of my life would not be so satisfying without the turmoil, the edge, the rages and the passions i so often indulge. so i let it run its course, hit the world, replenish it, give nourishment for everyone else. saltwater.
“At sea, a fellow comes out. Salt water is like wine, in that respect.”
salt and pepper. my friend bought cow salt and pepper shakers for her foreign exchange family. we live in wisconsin, so obviously everyone uses cow salt and pepper shakers.
Although he took everyone else’s words with a grain of salt, he was a fan of pepper. Always adding a bit here and there. He became a legend in his own right. He’s been dead for over a half a century. Truths or not it’s impossible to say. All I know is the man lived the life he wanted to live.
blimey, did you really have to disobey orders, now look, you’re a big pillar of it. silly women. we were getting away then, she had to turn round and look, didnt she?
Popcorn can be pretty salty. I’m not sure if i prefer it that way. I think I like kettle corn better. A little bit of sweetness. French fries aren’t good without salt. The worst is when you’re swimming in the ocean, and you swallow a huge gulp of salt water! That salty taste can stay with you for hours, no matter how much water you drink! And it makes your nose burn!
Salt and light. That is what I have to be. What is wrong with this world, you ask? A lot of things. Mainly the fact that people are not people anymore. They are robots doing what they think is right, according to society. People who do not want to live. I need to bring in the salt, bring in the flavor, raise the human race’s low blood pressure.
The sweat on your brow and the taste of your skin, leave me settled between your neverlanding netherlands. Even if only for a moment, I am close to you, before I wake up and find it is gone from this place.
rub into the wound. make me hurt. say it is for healing. it makes it worse. but you know that. that is why you do it. you like me hurting wounded and rubbing salt into it makes you happy.
Hay veces en que uno cree que no puede sentir nada. Sí, hay veces en que el vacío en uno es inmenso. Y piensas en cortarte, en infringir dolor, en gritar. Bueno, la mayoría de la gente lo hace… yo solo pruebo sal. En grandes cantidades. Porque hace que mi cuerpo se llene de escalofríos, se retuerza y contraiga, llena mi cara de expresiones y hace que mis sentidos se alteren. Por un momento me siento totalmente desconectada del mundo, y solo estoy yo y ese horrendo sabor salado. Como una llamada de alerta.
Bitter and strong on my tongue. His skin is salty with sweat and heavy with atmosphere. My fingers run up his naked heated thighs and he looks down at me with hungry, hungry eyes. I can’t look at him because it’s so much. He’s so much.
Salzig schmeckt nur die Haut. Und das Meer. Tränen. Der Boden in der Wüste. Dort liegst du und alles Wasser ist aus dir rausgeflossen. Zurück bleibt nur die weißgepuderte Haut und du darin, aber bald, bald bist du hinweg, für immer, und die Sonne wird dann auch dein Inneres aufsaugen. Adieu, mon amour.
Rimed with hoar – the tree limb runed and twisted in the currents of the ocean – moving slowly like leviathan down tides always passive but as if heartended like a breathing thing – the evocation of sailors and lonely coastal villages
He stood along the coast, admiring the scenery. Hearing the crashing of the waves. Tasting the salt on his lips as he licked them. Yes, nothing could tear him away from this…
It was an avalanche. Sand.. Crystals. The brain’s chemical ambiguities, desire. What does it earn you, to be more than sweet?
It is the chance to drown without water.
angelina jolie starred in the movie salt. it was an action packed movie. the word salt is also associated with dandi march by mahatma gandhi in 1930. he broke the salt law imposed by the britishers on Indians by making salt.
It circles the rim, sweaty palms and sweaty glass. Sipping off the crunchy bits the taste moving straight to my tongue.
I have allowed this to consume me. This empty gaze has been glued to my face. Tunnel vision that no amount of movement will break it. I have been paralyzed by the increasing rise of emotions and hate. They have taken over my mind, and my body. I no longer think for myself; I no longer feel nor breathe without it allowing me to. This voice scares me to my very core. I have no recollection of when it appeared or any knowledge of where it came from. Am I to blame for what I have done? This voice tells me I am. This voice told me to do it, but I physically went through with it. I can feel pain. Finally looking down I see the ocean’s current moving its calm salt water in and out. Red water. So faint but I know that it is mine. What did I do? I cannot bear the pain any longer. This voice must be stopped. The only way out is to walk, and by taking every bit of strength this voice has allowed me. I can move, further into the red water. It covers my knees, covers my thighs, my waist, my chest and with one last breath, my head. It’s gone without a fight.
I want salt on my food…especially my pork chops, screamed Sally. She loved salt. She loved that it was white and grainy. She loved that you could put food coloring into it and make it into many different colors. She loved that it help preserve food and other perishables. She loved that salt was so unique and useful.
Salt is life in a desert. Some may think water is life, but anyone can tote water. Not everyone will think of salt.
Those who don’t will die.
I have traveled many times across the great salt flats to give all my money to wendover
My wife had finally made us dinner tonight after many days of constant fast food. I hated eating away from home, but neither of us had the time to do it. I had to work as a teacher, and she a photographer, so we barely had time for meals together. But tonight was night. I really hoped it would taste good, but sadly, my wife can’t tell the difference between sugar and salt.
Salt spread on a dark mahogany table.
Mama always told me not to cry over spilt salt, but I’ve always taken her advice with a grain of sugar.
the soft mist caresses my face,
gentle breeze blows my brown hair.
Quiet waves roll and crash,
Dampening the sand
that my toes slowly squeeze.
I am the scum of the earth,
and also flavor for the world
Scrape me off the rocks
but sprinkle me on remorse
I can bring life to the lifeless
or bring disease if you please
Just one crystal on your tongue,
and you’ll like what you’ll see
Salt your food carefully. You never know who may be watching. I keep thinking of the unnamed executive (possible Henry Ford, or the CEO of McDonald’s) who judged interveiwees by taking them out to lunch and seeing if they salted their meat before tasting it.
Salt of the earth. It is widely understood to mean “down to earth” or realistic in manner. I prefer it on my buttered corn on the cob, thank you. Doesn’t the sound of that word make you thirsty? Beer goes well with salted corn…
over dosing on it will bring pain,strokes, health issues galore , if it was to dissapear of the face of the earth then our food will be doomed for blandness? dull, boring, unsatisfactory results the loss one of the soils most valuable minerals.
Broken over the Peruvian Andres, La Oroya lays dying. Impaled through her center by a smokestack scorched to black, salting the the blood of her children with lead to preserve them in sickness that only South America knows.
…Tequila…lime! *Everyone shutters and makes a sour face*
“Ew oh God why do we do this? I -hate- tequilla!”
“We are having fun!”
“SHIT SOMEONE JUST SAID Bubba Fett. DRINK!”
*Group groan*
salt is ensured to deliver a taste of sour, silky, tangy, yet refreshing additions to foods. Without salt, most food in the modern world would not have the great mouth watering taste!
the ocean • tears • skin • caramel • swollen • preserved • cured
le sel c’est bien ça mange pas de pain et puis ça fait des films avec des tarentules et tout le monde est heureux comme dans un film de claude lelouch et je mange du pain moi car je ne suis pas du sel mais c’est beau la vie pour les grands et les petits et le vin c’est bon aussi mais ça fait faire du vomi qui sent pas bon dans les naseaux y
and stone, my heart is clean white bone. Preserved, calcified, unmovable. Dried, and crusted over. Arid and bitter and tearless.
dead sea. israel. palms and fate lines. some weeks ago i became mesmerized by my own palms, my two friends who do everything for me, with me. my companions, my workers, my identity
Es sa’jutu sāls smaržu vējā un ieelpoju dziļāk, lai izbaudītu to. Jūra atkal stāstīja man mierinošus s’tastus savā šalcošajā viļņu balsī un es pasmaidīju: ir vietas, kur vienmēr var atgrizties.
and peper it makes the workd go around it’s the the spice of life and all things originate from it there is no other in which the foundations of life come from without it you die and with to much of it you live a horible life waiting to die then you get the next meal ready and go for more what else can you do when have enough more than you think.
thereis more than one kind . I havent really tasted the difference between but i know its a thing of subtlety . Coarse, fine, iodized, or the mythic pink slab, just to naame what i know.
She turned to stir the stew. It was boiling aggressively. “I just don’t understand why she would want to even try to take my man!” She said as she absentmindedly added salt to the beef goodness inside the pot.
“Well, maybe you could just give her some of that stew and dry up her blood… with all of the salt you just added,” I said.