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I’M SO TIRED OF MOTHER FUCKERS asking “Where do you get your protein?” All you simple minded bastards better read up some. I eat shit like whole grains, beans, nuts, lentils, tempeh… I mean hell, where the fuck are YOU getting your protein? Black beans are one of my favorite protein sources for sure. The insoluble fiber these are packing keeps the body feeling full while holding calories down low. But hold up, this shit also has soluble fiber to regulate the fuck out of your glucose levels. So eat more black beans and sign some fucking autographs.
Black Bean and Cilantro Pesto Wrap
1 large bunch of cilantro, chopped, about 2 cups
2/3 cup slivered almonds
2-3 cloves of garlic, chopped
1 tablespoon lemon juice
½ teaspoon salt
½ teaspoon lemon zest (just grate the skin of the lemon on the smallest side of your grater, calm the fuck down)
¼ cup olive oil
¼ cup vegetable broth or water
Put all the ingredients for the pesto in a food processor and blend until sorta smooth. No food processor? Before I had one I’d just put the almonds in a bag and smash them until they are tiny and chop the rest of that shit up super small too. Mix all of it together with a fork until it looks like a paste.
This recipe makes about 1 cup of goddamn delicious pesto. I like about ¼ cup of it for every 1 ½ cups of beans. For the lazy bastards, one 15-ounce can of black beans is about 1 ½ cups. Just mix the beans together with the pesto and wrap that shit up with whatever vegetables you have like: cucumbers, tomatoes, red onion, lettuce, avocado, corn, you get the fucking idea. Add salsa or lime juice if you want. I don’t give a fuck.
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Things I learned from my father.
I don’t know if these things are only supposed to apply to guys or what, but I still think it’s pretty cool nonetheless.
In 7 months I am to become a dad.
I am terrified and yet exhilarated. to secure immortality through the proliferation of my lineage is sort of the ultimate goal right? but in the wake of this excitement, I have no idea how to do this. My father saw his four children as sort of a six week job. after which he would disappear into what we can only assume was a drug induced adventure of alcohol, sex, and general debauchery. he would return and fill my head with questions of the universe and “answers” of god. he told me that watching the first light of the sun breaking past the cold horizon and feeling its warm on my face was no less than gods embrace. he taught me that all was not physical flesh.
I AM NOT MY FATHER GOD DAMNIT.
I WILL NOT BECOME A HOPELESS REPETITIVE TRAGEDY OF THE PAST.
they say my father was quite intelligent. he was an electrician as was my uncle who having maintained that position supports my aunt and cousins quite comfortably. my father owes probably over 100k in unpaid child support. I am my fathers son. I do bear his intuitive knowledge of complex systems of energy.
My mother quite inversely ate nails and pissed blood to raise me and her other son from a previous relation. she was a stone, an impenetrable foundation from which I learned my strength. she taught me how to be a man which to honest I hate. I hate that every man she ever loved royally fucked her. her father, my father, my step father all simply weren’t there when they were needed. so we got along the best we could we weathered the storm we became unshakable in the face of emotion and romanticism.
I hate that I have no fucking clue on how to be a decent human being because of all the disfunction I was taught to believe was normal.
WHO AM I?!
I cry out to the heavens hoping for a profound revelation as to my true nature.
My souls is of the stars but my body remains in this pit of blood, cum, and shit that we all call america. land of who gives a fuck, home of drugs, sex, and rock and roll.
so ventured out from my mothers safety bearing with me nothing but a longing for experience. got a tattoo and a girlfriend. had some profound drug induced hallucinations. partied hearty in the G-spot of my home town. made some friends who weren’t really friends merely vessels filled with ignorance of the truth. or perhaps they like me simply didn’t care because in those moments of perpetual motion we were suspended in animated soliloquies about truth and love much the same way we were raised on sitcoms and reality tv. I can remember a moment between the inebriation and the intoxication the band played something soothing and soulful for the indie tech scene. I was lifted from my body into a space. I took a hit off the chillum and my mind glazed over sending me on down the rabbit hole. I felt as if this was the game the play that were all stuck in. dressed in these props and stage scenes that arent really our own but we continue to take on the roles of our ancestors dramas because we don’t have any other way. coming back to the here I say NOW I’M DONE.
I’m not my mothers cold strength or my fathers psycobable bullshit my soul is of the stars my body of the earth.
I began to learn the dances of life. to have fun as they say
for almost two years me and my Sarah walked together. I began studying buddism, shamanism, flower of life, the Indian chakra system. I was in college top notch thanks to my inherent knowledge. I paid my bills and took care of my shit while blazing a blunt or two daily. until we reached the point we are at now. contemplating baby names and diapers brands. I am losing my strength because I have so much pain inside me. I have no wise parable or meditation that will satisfy my desire to rid myself of the hurt so unceremoniously bestowed inside me.
who am I without these things?
My soul if of the stars my body is of the earth.
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