tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-340475072011-04-21T23:48:08.499-04:00Clarencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16778675770635690825noreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34047507.post-1158120304015527242006-09-13T00:01:00.000-04:002006-09-13T00:05:04.023-04:00I have to add this, that whenever i cook these confounded meals that i am being told to cook i experience the pinnacle of weirdness. Its not exactly as if i am sucked up into a flying saucer and anally probed but i might as well be... I mean I fixed this food friday night, what is it tuesday? I have no idea what i did since then, i dont remember going to bed but i woke up this afternoon in my bed at the safe house. Of course like all snitch phobic street peeps, no one here has seen anything of me for the last three and a half days...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34047507-115812030401552724?l=clarence-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clarencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16778675770635690825noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34047507.post-1157774902997077822006-09-09T00:02:00.000-04:002006-09-09T00:08:23.006-04:00So I will tell you as much as i can each night, while the server is backing up... All day long here i am making soap or blueberry preserves - this is a working farm and I have to say, you east coasters are living a pretty primitive life. <br /><br />So i was always pretty easy going as a kid. Never really raising much of a stink. My Step father, Justice Washington - a near six foot black man and his wife, Lillian Washington did their best to care for me, and certainly did a good job of feeding me. They taught me to fear the switch, to fear god, and earn my own way. I can't really say what it was that got me to take that job at the record store, what really it was that turned me on to the gothic sensibility or why i wanted to become a vampire... some people just have it in them i guess....<br /><br />Well it was one day at the record store, this was now two years ago so I guess I was 17, and a gorgeous red head, wearing a leather corset came into the store and asked if she could put some flyers up for a local S&M party... of course i let her and was making small talk...<br /><br />ok, thats it for now...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34047507-115777490299707782?l=clarence-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clarencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16778675770635690825noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34047507.post-1157687129946031072006-09-07T23:39:00.000-04:002006-09-08T11:59:46.426-04:00Does this work?<br />Its nearly midnight and i only have five min each night to write these words to you from the safe house in chatsworth new jersey. I can only publish this crazy blog stuff for the five min that the web server for their cook book pages are backing up... but my story is interesting and someone out there in blog land certainly has the answer to the predicament i am in...<br /><br />btw: check out some of the <A HREF="http://www.themoose.com/barnegat/pbpress.html">recipes</A> that are on our server...<br /><br />all the best, <br />Clarence Orley<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34047507-115768712994603107?l=clarence-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clarencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16778675770635690825noreply@blogger.com0