DJ SIRCHUCK Power Protein  Salmon Recipe 1 Salmon Fillet (large slice) 1 Sheet of Aluminum Foil 1 Baking Sheet  Condiments: 1 pinch (1/8th tsp.) of Garlic Salt course ground w  Parsley 1 pinch of Sea Salt 1 pinch of Black Peppercorn Cracked Pepper 1 pinch of Garlic Powder 1 pinch of Oregano 1 pinch of Basil leaves 1 pinch of Ground Thyme 1 pinch of Thyme leaves 1/4 stick of Butter  Directions:  Take a large square piece of aluminum foil and put it directly above a rectangular baking sheet (large).  Place the Salmon Fillet in the middle of the aluminum foil.  First, take the quarter stick of butter and divide it into 4-5 slices.  Take those small square slices and spread them out evenly underneath the skin of the salmon and on top of the aluminum foil.   Put a small layer of Black Peppercorn on top of fish.  (5-6 turns of the pepper cracker).  Next, put a small layer of sea salt evenly over the top of the fish. ...

El grito agudo de un ruido tan fuerte , Que no está previsto que los objetivos escuchen el sonido. ( simplemente desintegrarse )   A medida que pasan los días, mis manos se debilitan, Mi frente siempre está fría y sudorosa, esperando para comer. Estoy tan cansado de la última vez que nos bombardearon y no puedo soportarlo más.   ¿Puede alguien escucharme? ¿Por qué a nadie le importa ? Carne desgarrada, olor a Muerte. ¿Qué hizo mi familia para merecer esta prueba? Soy sólo un ser humano, no soy una amenaza terrorista.   ¿Por qué me tratas como si no mereciera vivir? Lo siento por las personas malvadas que te lastimaron, Y todas las cosas malas que hicieron.   Pero ahora mi gente está MURIENDO , Y no sé qué hacer. Un trozo de pan no es suficiente, ¿cómo saldremos adelante? No creo en el odio y el terrorismo.   Mi familia nunca te hizo “ nada ”. ¿Es por mi piel oscura? ¿O que mi gente habla un idioma diferente al tuyo? ...

The high-pitched scream of a noise so loud , That it is not intended for the targets to hear the sound. ( just disintegrate ) As days go by, my hands are getting weak, My forehead is always cold and sweaty, just waiting to eat. I’m so tired from the last time they bombed us, and I can’t take it again. Can anyone hear me? Why does nobody care ? Torn flesh, the smell of Death. What did my family do to deserve this test? I’m just a human being, I’m not a terrorist threat. Why are you treating me like I don’t deserve to live ? I’m sorry for the evil people that hurt you, And all the messed-up things that they did. But now my people are DYING , And I don’t know what to do. One piece of bread is not enough, how will we ever get through? I don’t believe in hate and terrorism.    My family never did “ nothin ” to you. Is it because of my dark skin, Or that my people speak a different language than you? They’re just kids, man, they deserve to get...

Inspired by a beautiful young female “PYT,” Pretty Young Thing… Her thoughts swam through me via a river of social media. I’m in New York, She’s in the City of Angels. Her tats say bad ass, like an embroidered menagerie of meaningful design. Her poetry says sophisticated, like the female counterpart that I thought didn’t exist. Her eyes tell me that she is alone, even though she’s popular. Her art in the nude makes me wish I was better at still-life. Her passion speaks to my wild side, can she be my new muse in my SIRCH for meaning?   I smell cigarettes and lipstick, cheap tap beer and the smell of used table rags.   I want to please you up, I want to look into your eyes and see the Divine.   I want to please you right now, and I want to please you all the time without breaks. I want you to worship my phallus the way an adult film star would, Like you can’t wait for the next thrust, The world melts away and we’re on the moon.   Exc...