Monday, March 31, 2008
You know, not so keen. The main actors, actor, Tim, was good. John was good too, a little wooden in places. All the other cast members, played multiple characters and it was as if in the differentiation of those characters, they overplayed most of them. Annoyingly so.
Girl's played boys in sexual scenes, in a gay play? I'm sorry, but that never works for me. They played them for laughs, okay, sure, but the subtext was serious, Tim's promiscuity and his and John's fate. It didn't ring true, it took me out of the story and dumped me back in a dark theatre.
Some thing good to say about it... you did get a sense of the depth of Tim and John's relationship. So that was nicely played, by both of the main actors.
It's not a bad play, but it certainly doesn't deserve to be sold out. (Unless, of course, all Melbourne Theatre Company plays are all sold out. I don't know?) The good bits were good, but the bad bits were jarring.
I know it's all about marketing and branding, if you like, now a days, but maybe not everything has to have the last drop of blood drained from it.
If you want to meet John and Tim, read the book.
Saturday, March 29, 2008
"Take me out. Show me the big city," said Titania. "Introduce me to friends."
"Sure," said Christopher. "I'm supposed to be heading out with Warren and Jimmy. "You can come too."
"My best mates," said Christopher. "We went to school together. I think they are..."
"There are vhat?" asked Titania.
I think they are... you know... " Jimmy made pelvic motions.
"Gay?" said Titania.
"Just now, may be, getting together before my eyes," said Christopher. "They think I don't know, I'm sure."
Christopher noticed for the first time how beautiful Titiana was. Willowy blond, fine bones, petite. She had a sharp angular face that soften when she laughed. Long, sandy blond hair that glistened in the breeze.
She was very serious. Only spoke at a minimum. Gazed long and inquiringly. He face rested naturally in a blank expression, as though she was taking every thing in.
And then she'd smile and she was beautiful again.
"Vhat you take before... go out?" asked Titiana.
"What?" said Christopher. He'd been agonising over shocking Titiana going out on the party scene. He thought it would all be new to her.
"Pill? Powder? said Titiana clearly. She laughed. "I learned pill? powder? when I go out in London."
"You've been to London?"
"I study there?"
"You're not a refugee?"
"NO!" To this she sounded shocked. "I'm a lawyer."
"You take drugs in Russia?"
"Ve take many drugs in Russia, we have to," she said. She sighed and the life drained out of her face. "Vhat else to do?"
"Wow," said Christopher, a weight had been taken off his shoulders.
"Sure I take them in London," she smiled, "first," she said. "But, I find them Russia too. Moscow not so different."
"I thought you were a poor artist, you met Anna through painting..."
"I meet Anna in Moscow night club doing cocaine off toilet seat."
Wow, hasn't it been raining. And it's still raining. Thursday morning I watched some shops in Gertrude Street have water lapping under their doors.
I went out and took and E and danced at A Bar Called Barry, with Tim and Nicholas and co – Patricia, Sarah, fat Nikki, and a bizarre friend of Nicholas’ called Cathy. Too many drugs over the years for that one, I suspect. Found under a rock, I believe.
None of the girls, we meet out, ever believe Nicholas is gay - big, strapping, dark-haired and handsome boy that he is. There always seems to be a gaggle around him, saying that it can't be true.
The music was heard-every-song-a-zillion-times 80's retro. The club only ever filled up to half full, maybe a few more.
Tim went home and then called Nicholas to come home, the usual shenanigans with those two.
I took E, I danced and I only drank beer as a fluid. Oh, my aching head.
Friday, March 28, 2008
I had lunch with Charlie. We didn't really get onto the business, just talked about travel and spiritualism. I didn't even ask him if he's got a partner, we just chatted generally.
The quiet talker, is our Charlie. We have to have lunch some where relatively quiet so I can hear him.
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
I slept in a little, smoked cigarettes on my balcony and generally wafted into work, knowing that Beck wasn't going to be in until later in the day, but I still got there at 9.03. I even let an 86 go by so I could go to the newsagent to pay a bill. The secret is not to just stand there and wait for the next 86, the secret is to walk to Nicholson Street so as to be able to catch a 96 as well as an 86.
Busy tram, bug-eyed woman standing in front of the ticket machine, who moved an inch for me, as is usually the case. Pest, I thought. She looked a bit downy to me, but maybe it was just the unfortunate eyes – mouse hair, plain looks, dumb expression. Anyway, as I was mentally chastising her, I spied a vacant seat through the crowd and forgot her instantly, slid through the crowd in one movement and sat down.
As I got myself settled, I spotted through the crowd a handsome Asian boy, 6 foot, athletic, with thick sunnies on and the ubiquitous hand, in his pants, snugly fitted, fingers curled under, nice knuckles. Nice light grey pants fitting him well. Gotta love a boy in pale grey pants. He looked like he was on the pump in those pants, jutting out in profile, right in my line of vision. I imagined the black sweatiness, even if it was early in the day.
The tram was a little crowded so I gazed freely (I gaze freely, crowded or not) He looked over in my direction and then, as the crowd thinned, he walked over to me and stood in front of me, just on the other side of the door barrier. He looked straight at me (as straight as I could tell in sunnies) as if he knew, facing me so I could continue to gaze. Nicely fitted pants, I thought. He stood facing me, glancing at me as if to check if I was still looking. I was, through the gap in the door screen. Nice, I thought. It’s funny – and I could be imagining this, granted, but it happens often – how some guys tend to face me and not look away when I am on the morning gaze. He was gorgeous; black hair, olive skin, handsome face, nice hand in his strides.
I looked out the window and watched Bourke Street flash by. I much prefer the low rider trams, with the pedestrians at the same level, it seems cosier.
I need to get a man... or new porn in my life, I thought.
Sunday, March 23, 2008
Now, if I could only find one thing to write about, it would be good. You know, something to take through to its completion. I have a million things started and half written, but finishing has always been my problem. That's where the hard work comes in. Inspiration is always at it's most powerful when I have can get lost in it, stop thinking and just write.
Saturday, March 22, 2008
So how about this? David did my tarot - I'd been thinking about tarot for days, don't know why. So it was not as surprising to me, as it was David - which said that a boyfriend is in the picture (2 of cups) and that I don't, actually, have to do anything but wait. Gotta like those odds.
Backtrack slightly, I've been flirting with a boy at work, Charlie, for sometime now, without ever really realising that I was. Well, I did, but I tended to put it down to my imagination, despite the fact I got the feeling he was into me too.
The two of us have been going to have lunch together for a while but, with one thing and another, we haven't yet. The last time he, regretfully, cancelled, I definitely got the impression that there was more going on there than I had previously thought. Oh, I don't know, maybe it was the way he looked at me, with sparkling eyes, maybe it was the (unnecessary) nervousness of his plea, maybe it was just the body language, whatever? But I got a certain feeling from him I just don't get with most boys.
So I looked up his employment records - not so ethical, I grant you - and he is a Cancer.
Back to the present, the Cancer card was in the correct position on my tarot reading.
Really?, I thought.
We do smile and wave at each other in the office - something I'd never do normally.
We did spend the entire Xmas party dancing together.
We do have a rapport with each other that I don't have with other guys in the office.
We always end up chatting together at work drinks.
So Charlie, huh? Well? He's funny and smart and well travelled and does stuff and is cute and sexy.
Friday, March 21, 2008
"Hi," said Warren, standing at the front door.
"Hi," said Jimmy, still with the door handle in his hand. He suddenly became aware of it. He felt a buzz in his stomach, as he saw Warren standing there.
"Jimmy Westborough, I presume," said Warren, making a gesture of bowing, but never really moving. Holding Jimmy's gaze.
Jimmy liked to go by the name of Westbro, it reminded him of the wild west. But it, actually, came from the fact that his family came from the West Borough. Warren said it reminded him of suburbia and apron strings and cut grass on Sundays and people without a clue. He couldn't get passed the borough connotation, it made him feel centred and whole.
"It reminds me of where I came from, you know," said Warren.
“It makes me think of power and the future and everything working out fine,” said Jimmy.
So Jimmy Westbro it was. Action Man, he used to think, fantasise about it, laugh at. He still had the tights and the green cape he wore to the fancy dress party, at the end of school, when he went as a super hero. He lost the g-string his sister had made him wear the night he went out as Westbro Man.
"Well, you can't have it all, you know, flopping about down there," said his sister. "You're my brother and I love you, but there are limits."
Jimmy thought of his sister and couldn't stop himself smiling. He wanted to say, can't have it messy down there, but didn't.
Warren's arch rival to Westborough Man was the Green Hornet. Not so much arch rival as sparing buddy. Warren thought up the environmental super hero to counter Jimmy's creation. His surname is Green, it wasn't such a stretch. It was boy's stuff, it had never meant so much, before.
Warren cocked his head and spoke as if he spoke of a truth. "You have your mission..."
Jimmy swore he was sweating. "Should I choose... to... accept?" Spoken defensively.
They held each other's gaze and momentarily their peripheral vision stopped working.
"As usual, this tape will self destruct in ten seconds." Warren's monotone broke the trance.
Jimmy sat up in bed, inhaling sharply, grabbing the pillow to steady himself. He looked over at his bedside clock. Midday. He’d slept the morning away. Why was he dreaming about Westbro Man? He hadn’t thought about that in a long time.
The doorbell rang, it's shrill bell-like jangle. Jimmy jumped. Dived out of bed, pulling his track suit pants on as he ran up the hallway, half asleep. He looked through the peep hole. It was Warren jigging up and down on the souls of his feet.
He pulled the door open. The sun blinded and, at the same time felt warm on his torso. He shaded his eyes with the palm of his hand. Warren came back into focus.
"How did you pull up," said Jimmy. "How drunk were you?"
Jimmy so wanted to sound normal. He grimaced at the drunk connotation. Straight to it; the big black monster. Warren looked shiny.
"Yeah, drunk hey." said Warren. "Can remember much. Didn't see much of yesterday."
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Our eyes met over my salad lunch and his coffee with a friend. He hung behind just naturally, when his friend left and we were in Little Bourke Street exchanging numbers in minutes. We text in the afternoon and ended up having sex in a toilet in the building next to mine, later that afternoon, last Tuesday.
Eugene's been texting me all week since. He's nice and all but has a boyfriend and can only have sex in toilets during the day. Can't be contacted after 16.00.
So, once was fun...
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
You go off the pot and you go off porn. The head clears and you get things done.
Conversely, my bedroom floor is covered in DVD's. Must go clean up.
I locked myself away in my bedroom. Cancelled all calls.
It's that post-holocost haze out side, so hot it is burning the colour out of life. Everything and everybody has that burning, pinkish hue.
Monday, March 17, 2008
Washing on. Dryer humming. Stereo thumping. TV blaring, in the lounge and in Christopher's bedroom. Lap-top still on, on his bed, after a little early morning net surfing. Dishwasher chugging. Air-conditioning whirring. PC downstairs on, where he has been answering email and net surfing.
Christopher stopped in the middle of it all and laughed. Carbon footprint? He wondered if he believed the doomed theory, because then there was no hope and he didn't have to care? Or, was he a part of the problem and was he kidding himself along with the rest of the middle class. His jury was still out on that one.
He lit a joint.
The doorbell rang.
He waved his hands around in the air, as he stubbed it out.
He opened the front door to find a pretty, young girl standing on the other side. He expected it to be some religious nuts, or time share salesmen, or save the earth types. He brushed his hair off his forehead and smiled at the gorgeous girl standing in front of him. He'd been somewhat annoyed to be disturbed, but he was raining that mood back at lightening speed.
"'allo, I Titania." She smiled sweetly. "I vrite to you."
Christopher open and closed his mouth, nothing came out. He was stunned. Oh please, he wanted to say, but he stopped himself.
"Yes," he heard himself say instead.
"I vrite you?"
She was beautiful.
"I come stay vith you?"
It hadn't been a dream. He was surprised. Suspicious. Distracted. Delighted. He could feel himself straightening his back.
"Anna sent me."
It wasn't one of Anna's joke, after all. He'd been sure it was.
He could, literally, feel himself pulling his head back. He could feel his eyes getting bigger and it was as if he had no control to stop himself. She looked crestfallen.
"It not ok?" She was shaking her head.
She was a real person, he was saying it over and over in his head. He'd been sure it was Anna all along playing with him.
"Ok?" She asked softly, as though she had already worked out that the answer was that it wasn't okay.
There was silence, as the two looked at each other. Christopher shook his head. I guess I have to say something, he thought.
"Yes," he said. "Yes. Okay." He tried to smile, but he was wary that someone was going to jump out of the shadows and scream fooled you!
"Come in," said Christopher. "Yes, come in."
"I stay vith you?"
"Yes." He exhaled loudly. "I guess."
She smiled. She picked up her suit case and followed Christopher inside.
"It is so big," she said. "You must be millionaire."
"No, just a terrace house." Christopher tried to smile again, he felt his cheeks hurt as he tried. "Lots of Australians..." he showed her into the lounge room, at the rear of the house.
"You handsome as Anna told..."
"Would you like a drink? Or something to eat."
"Yes, of course."
"Have you just got here..."
"Australia?" said Christopher. He took her suit case from her, their hands touched, her skin was smooth. She blushed. "Have you just arrived?"
"Yes. Yes. Just from Europe."
"I cook for you, I clean for you," said Titania. "You very handsome I..." she smiled coyly and touched her lips with her finger.
"Oh. Well?" Christopher could feel his cheeks burn red. "How, um, how long do you, um, want to stay?"
"I stay until you have me," she said. "And then I go, no problem." She smiled. "But I hope you happy to have me long time." She held his gaze, waiting for his answer.
"You can stay however long." Christopher didn't know what to say.
"Anna say you beautiful man. She say you very good. You know?" Christopher wasn't sure what the question was. Titania dropped her voice as though she didn't want anyone else to hear. She stepped closer."Anna say you enjoy me." She looked up at him with big eyes.
Christopher could feel his face blushing, beyond his control.
"She say I enjoy you, too?" Titania straightened his shirt, as though it was crooked.
Christopher could feel Titania's breath on his face she was standing so close.
"Do you know?" she whispered. "Anna say I look after you."
Christopher suggested they go site-seeing, walk, eat, breath in some fresh air.
Christopher took Titania to Lygon Street where they ate pasta. They drank wine and Christopher felt a little drunk by the time they left the table. They walked into the city and looked at the CBD.
"I need to walk off the wine," said Christopher.
"It such big city, Anna no tell me."
Christopher thought she was beautiful.
They walked home through the Exhibition Gardens. Titania took Christopher's hand. She cuddled into him, hugging his arm.
"It so beautiful," she said. "I lucky."
"It is beautiful," said Christopher. He didn't often take the time to enjoy the gardens, he was so often just rushing through. He looked at Titania, she was wide-eyed taking it all in. He felt so comfortable with her, as though he'd know her for a long time.
They walked under the elm trees toward home. A father played ball with his son. A woman walked her dog. A jogger sweated as he headed in the other direction.
"You know you don't have to do anything," Christopher said. "You can just stay. I'm happy for you to stay."
"I don't understand?" said Titania.
"It's okay," said Christopher.
Sunday, March 16, 2008
I went around to the shops, it was hot. Burning in the sun. I needed milk. A girl and guy were walking the other way, in shorts and singlets. They were both laughing and lost in each other. The boy had on thin blue cotton shorts and no undies. It was obvious; I could see him pushing against the inside of his shorts. More boys should. He had a nice, big, thick cock hanging down; circumcised, nice knob, I could see it clearly. He seemed to be oblivious, or he didn't care.
They passed by without even, seemingly, noticing me.
I thought, he might as well be wearing nothing. Nice it was too. I could see the folds in his skin.
The sun shimmered just above the road. A gentle breeze blew, blowing cold across the sweat on my skin. God reminding me of sin?
Saturday, March 15, 2008
I went around to get coffee beans, cherry muffins and some pot.
Max had laughed down the phone when I'd called him earlier. "What's happened to you, luv?"
And then I got a drug dealer with a social conscience. "I've got half bags for fifty, or I could even do a twenty dollar bag, just for you." Max's green eyes sparkled at me. "If you just want a couple of smokes.
Max's boyfriend Tiffany, said from under a geometrical blonde bob, from the other couch. "Having a bad day, doll?"
When is Guido coming back, I thought, as I hesitated in indecision.
"No, not a bad day." I could feel my face spread with a fake smile. "No." I could feel butterflies in my stomach. "It's just my weekend off... and I just feel like it." Maybe you should change your smoking habits, if you are now justifying them to a man who can only have sex with other men dressed as Barbra Streisand, I thought. "I'll take the twenty dollar bag."
That's Max needing his men to be dressed as Barbra Streisand before he can have sex and not Tiffany. I laughed at the prospect. I looked at Max.
"You were doing so well," said Max's handsome Italian face looking up at me.
"Yeah, well," I said. "I still am."
"I can see that," said Tiffany's baritone voice. Then she did that annoying you-are-kidding-yourself laugh. You know that self righteous high ground they have no business occupying. I could see the track marks in his arm.
Now, I'm just pissed off that I have come home with a bag with a few crumbs in the bottom. What was I thinking? Ah Guilt, god love it.
Friday, March 14, 2008
I went to see The Diving Bell and the Butterfly. It seemed interesting, what I saw of it. It was Friday night, the end of the week. I've worked two weekends in a row. We had a couple of joints before we went in, I was asleep within 10 minutes.
I'd also been to work drinks, hanging with Charlie. He's nice. But throw in stubbies of Carlton, maybe three. Actually, it started at a farewell lunch, when I ordered a pint because they didn't have schooners not realising how much bigger pints were. Then not thinking that I'd get another pint when the guys went for more drinks. I wafted around the office all afternoon.
In the cinema, I tried to wake myself up so many times, but couldn't. The giving in was glorious.
It's a pity, the movie was really interesting the way it was shot in the beginning from the eyes of a man waking from a coma, coupled with sleepy eyes. It was mesmerising. I was right there.
Apparently, the movie was great. Both Mark and Luke were impressed, telling me I had to go and see it again, as I stumbled to the car - thinking I was in Brunswick Street, only to have my entire reality spin when Lygon Street came into focus. Everything looked shiny and black and was moving fast.
Monday, March 10, 2008
Jimmy's head pounded, as he opened his eyes and let the morning day light seep in. The sun shone in from behind the curtains. His bedroom was quiet, he dared not move.
How much did he drink? Oh, he rubbed his forehead. Fuck! What did he do? With Warren? He got excited all over again, lying there in his crumpled sheets.
Was it a dream? He and Warren? Fuck me, he thought.
Was Warren setting him up? No, he couldn't have been. He was as enthusiastic as Jimmy. You don't set someone up by actually going through with it. You set some one up by looking as though you are going through with it, but then don't.
A dream come true? Is that what it really was? All he'd ever wanted. For how many years? Was it true? Could it be true?
Was he so drunk he dreamt it?
Would Warren remember?
He rubbed the corners of his eyes with his finger tips. Warren? Fuck me, he thought again. He couldn't get the smile off his face. He closed his eyes.
They just fooled around a bit until Warren wretched and passed out and dribbled and snored. Jimmy had left pretty soon after that, staggered out the door.
Did he knock over a lamp on the way out? He couldn't think about that now.
That last look back at Warren, his shirt unbuttoned, his arms over his head, was emblazoned in his memory. Would it be the last time he would see Warren? A view to remember him by?
He slid his hand under the sheet, no guilt.
Oh my god!
All he could feel was fear. It didn't mean I'm a poof, he thought, even though he suspected it probably did. It didn't mean... Warren was either. Just... best... mates, that's what it meant? He wondered what Warren felt?
Would he ever know?
Would he ever see Warren again?
Should he call him?
He wondered how long it would take Warren to call?
He started to shake. He suddenly felt cold. He sank down into the bed clothes and pulled the doona up around his neck.
Sunday, March 09, 2008
I smoked pot. First time in two months. That's pretty good. Two months!
There was no coughing. No, "Why did I ever do that?" No, yuk. Straight back into it, no problem, as if I'd never been a way. "This is great,"
Sitting around in the long afternoon sun , gloriously warm, perfect end of day. Kick back. "Don't mind if I do." Inhale. That easy.
Gotta luv a long weekend.
Friday, March 07, 2008
I went to the Queer Film Festival, with David, to see "A Four Letter Word." Bad acting and bad dialogue with all the cliches thrown in, which ended up having a certain charm in the end - it was like the actors warmed to the project by the last scene. Not awful, kind of watchable. It needed greater development. Couldn't recommend it, though. The seats were more uncomfortable than the script, but only just.
David was chatting afterwards to, who I thought was, an old sexy buddy of mine, James. When David introduced him as Sam, I thought I must have been mistaken, but continued to think the likeness was remarkable as we chatted. Later, when David and I were walking up Flinder's Street I said that Sam reminded me so much of my old buddy James and David laughed and said it was James and that he had changed his name. David called Sam to tell him, who said he was a little surprised when I didn't acknowledge who he was, but just decided I must have had my reasons and didn't say any thing. Funny, huh?
It was nice walking home through the city in the evening - warm, shiny and busy.
We went to Sircuit afterwards and drank beer and vodka & cranberry juice and watched the boys play pool. I keep telling David he is going to have to butch up his alcohol tastes.
Tuesday, March 04, 2008
Bet the drug companies won't like this one getting around. Facts on honey and cinnamon: It is found that a mixture of honey and cinnamon cures most diseases. Honey is produced in most of the countries of the world. Scientists of today also accept honey as a "Ram Ban" (very effective) medicine for all kinds of diseases. Honey can be used without any side effects for any kind of diseases.
Today's science says that even though honey is sweet, if taken in the right dosage as a medicine, it does not harm diabetic patients. Weekly World News, a magazine in Canada, on its issue dated 17 January, 1995 has given the following list of diseases that can be cured by honey and cinnamon as researched by western scientists:
Make a paste of honey and cinnamon powder, apply on bread, instead of jelly and jam, and eat it regularly for breakfast. It reduces the cholesterol in the arteries and saves the patient from heart attack. Also those who have already had an attack, if they do this process daily, they are kept miles away from the next attack. Regular use of the above process relieves loss of breath and strengthens the heart beat. In America and Canada, various nursing homes have treated patients successfully and have found that as you age, the arteries and veins lose their flexibility and get clogged; honey and cinnamon revitalize the arteries and veins.
Arthritis patients may take daily, morning, and night, one cup of hot water with two spoons of honey and one small teaspoon of cinnamon powder. If taken regularly even chronic arthritis can be cured. In a recent research conducted at the Copenhagen
University, it was found that when the doctors treated their patients with a mixture of one tablespoon Honey and half teaspoon Cinnamon powder before breakfast, they found that within a week, out of the 200 people so treated, practically 73 patients were totally relieved of pain, and within a month, mostly all the patients who could not walk or move around because of arthritis started walking without pain.
Take two tablespoons of cinnamon powder and one teaspoon of honey in a glass of lukewarm water and drink it. It destroys the germs in the bladder.
Make a paste of one teaspoon of cinnamon powder and five teaspoons of honey and apply on the aching tooth. This may be applied three times a day until the tooth stops aching.
Two tablespoons of honey and three teaspoons of Cinnamon Powder mixed in 16 ounces of tea water, given to a cholesterol patient were found to reduce the level of cholesterol in the blood by 10 percent within two hours. As mentioned for arthritic patients, if taken three times a day, any chronic cholesterol is cured. According to information received in the said journal, pure honey taken with food daily relieves complaints of cholesterol. (By the way. if you're taking cholesterol medicine STOP! They all contain STATIN which weaken your muscles...including YOUR HEARTand none has been shown to stop heart attacks or strokes!!!!
Those suffering from common or severe colds should take one tablespoon lukewarm honey with 1/4 spoon cinnamon powder daily for three days. This process will cure most chronic cough, cold, and clear the sinuses.
Honey taken with cinnamon powder cures stomach ache and also clears stomach ulcers from the root.
According to the studies done in India and Japan, it is revealed that if honey is taken with cinnamon powder the stomach is relieved of gas.
Daily use of honey and cinnamon powder strengthens the immune system and protects the body from bacteria and viral attacks. Scientists have found that honey has various vitamins and iron in large amounts. Constant use of honey strengthens the white blood corpuscles to fight bacteria and viral diseases.
Cinnamon powder sprinkled on two tablespoons of honey taken before food relieves acidity and digests the heaviest of meals.
A scientist in Spain has proved that honey contains a natural Ingredient which kills the influenza germs and saves the patient from flu.
Tea made with honey and cinnamon powder, when taken regularly, arrests the ravages of old age. Take four spoons of honey, one spoon of cinnamon powder and three cups of water and boil to make like tea. Drink 1/4 cup, three to four times a day. It keeps the skin fresh and soft and arrests old age. Life spans also increases and even a 100 year old, starts performing the chores of a 20-year-old.
Three tablespoons of honey and one teaspoon of cinnamon powder paste.
Apply this paste on the pimples before sleeping and wash it next morning with warm water. If done daily for two weeks, it removes pimples from the root.
Applying honey and cinnamon powder in equal parts on the affected parts cures eczema, ringworm and all types of skin infections.
Daily in the morning one half hour before breakfast on an empty stomach and at night before sleeping, drink honey and cinnamon powder boiled in one cup of water. If taken regularly, it reduces the weight of even the most obese person. Also, drinking this mixture regularly does not allow the fat to accumulate in the body even though the person may eat a high calorie diet.
Recent research in Japan and Australia has revealed that advanced cancer of the stomach and bones have been cured successfully. Patients suffering from these kinds of cancer should daily take one tablespoon of honey with one teaspoon of cinnamon powder for one month three times a day.
Recent studies have shown that the sugar content of honey is more helpful rather than being detrimental to the strength of the body. Senior citizens, who take honey and cinnamon powder in equal parts, are more alert and flexible. Dr. Milton, who has done research, says that a half tablespoon of honey taken in a glass of water and sprinkled with cinnamon powder, taken daily after brushing and in the afternoon at about 3:00 p.m. when the vitality of the body starts to decrease, increases the vitality of the body within a week.
People of South America, first thing in the morning, gargle with one teaspoon of honey and cinnamon powder mixed in hot water, so their breath stays fresh throughout the day.
Daily morning and night honey and cinnamon powder, taken in equal parts restore hearing. Remember when we were kids? We had toast with real butter and cinnamon sprinkled on it!
Sunday, March 02, 2008
I am passing this on to you because it definitely works and we could all use a little more calmness in our lives. By following simple advice heard on the Dr. Phil show, you too can find inner peace.
Dr. Phil proclaimed, "The way to achieve inner peace is to finish all the things you have started and have never finished."
So, I looked around my house to see all the things I started and hadn't finished, and before leaving the house this morning, I finished off a bottle of Merlot, a bottle of valium, bottle of Bailey's Irish Cream, a packet of serapax, a packet of Tim Tams, the remainder of my old Prozac prescription, the rest of the bag of pot, some cheese cake, and a box of chocolates.
You have no idea how fucking good I feel right now. Please pass this on to those whom you think might be in need of inner peace.
Have a GREAT day!