Wonderful yesterday.

Yesterday I officially claimed my title as italian american. Sunday gravy is a wonderful dish with flavors mixed and molded from any number of ingredients.

Mine combined perfictly browned italian sausage with paper thin red and orange bell peppers, the tomatoes were diced just right so they would melt alongside the crushed mushrooms (baby bella) and the ricotta. I shredded the basil long ways and let the fibers fall apart as it melded in the 250degree oven for almost 4 hours.

I dont include the measurements, BTW, because you just need to decide that for yourself. When deciding on how much to put into your life, decide how much can fit and plan just right for your creations to stew together.

I’m a spiritualist, I believe in the powers of the cosmos coming together and making macabre little miracles that tantalize our human curiosity. I’ve seen ghosts, I’ve met a few faerie, I’ve encountered the blessings that farseers can give.

And… I’ve started using a system of manifestation that works in great and complex ways. Each step forward I take I learn that doors have slammed so firmly shut behind me that the only way to open them would be to turn around again, to the past that isn’t meant to be. This, By The Way, is maked believe by my loosing a job I am not meant to have before my first day of work. … I know i shouldn’t be happy, but I’m facinated like a cat at the Wonders of life.

Each moment these wonders come into my life… I find strong conformation about the messianic  ideas that i have always found parallel.

With hope,
Draco Dormis Dececco, guardian of the never-ending dream.

P.S.: I’m about to eat a bread bowl at paneras bread company. **SmileS**

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