Tag Archives: Drink

Polyethylene Glycol 3350…

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…can be taken in a carbonated soft-drink without significantly altering its taste.  What is more amazing than this, is that in so doing, one does not alter the “fizziness” of the beverage in the least.

One must be careful not to mix it in too quickly, because it will foam somewhat; however not nearly as much as when other dissolvable substances are added to such beverages.

I had expected the foaming to take place, but I did not expect enough carbonation to remain afterwards.  Somehow the resultant mixture was little changed–even after all the agitation necessary to dissolve 17 grams of the the stuff.

Sonnet VI: Sacrament

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Remember thou, that shalt thou ‘ever be,
For all of time, mine angel, and my sweet
Respite, that cup for which my heart shall beat,
Superior in infinite degree

To all the finest grape, shall I decree,
May e’er become. And so shall I, replete,
Then worship from thine altar, at thy feet,
And pray that I shall ‘ever drink of thee.

So grant thou me, my sweetest love, this prayer,
And thenceforth shall I worship at thy shrine,
And never for thy succour shall despair
Within that safety, as our hearts entwine.
I’ll thenceforth drink of thee and then declare
That never shall, again, I want for wine.

This sonnet is part of a short sequence; click here to read it all:

Intro 6: Repletion

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Remember, thou shalt
forever be Mine Angel–
one superior

to all the grape is
able to be. And I shall
ever drink of thee,

sweetest, sweetest love;
and thenceforth I should never
again want for wine.

Sonnet III: Absence

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Remember thou, my sweetest love, that grape
Made manifest alloweth many forms:
A quick but fleeting ichorous escape;
A spirit with incalescence that warms.

The grape may yield up poison that would kill,
A draught that might embolden ones appeal,
A sedative to blight one of his skill,
Or potion, pray, infirmity, may heal.

Remember thou how fickle is the grape
So oft’ endowed, its yield, so commonplace;
But rarely, fine enough a thing to shape
Ones soul, aligned, unto a state of grace.

So may this sweet elixir slake thy soul;
And pray, my sweetest love, it make thee whole.

This sonnet is part of a short sequence; click here to read it all:

Intro 3: Medicine or Poison

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Remember thou, my
sweetest Love, that many forms
are yielded up by

the fickle grape: The
subjective grape might sometimes
yield up poison; but

it may also yield
up medicine that calmeth
and healeth thy Soul.

Sonnet II: To Ease thy Longing

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The way of this elixir is its balm,
So gentle; that, with artistry, would’ see
My mind and heart, my very soul, becalm;
As well it would, my sweetest love, for thee.

So gently should it wash away thy pain,
This gift of purest flavour doth recall,
As though it, soothing as a favoured rain,
Shan’t make distraught thy soul, that it may fall.

Forget thou not, my love, this cruel Earth
Gave art to elements wherewith may heal
Thine heart; which beat with sadness, yet with worth
And daunt, as doth an angel’s heart reveal.

Though haunted, all the lonely, even we,
May wash away our longing a degree.

This sonnet is part of a short sequence; click here to read it all: