The first ingredient in my milkshake is darkness and dreaming. It is Pomegranate. This actually very healthy despite symbolic add-ons from Zamboni.

“A man must dream a long time in order to act with grandeur, and dreaming is nursed in darkness.” -Jean Genet

We spend so much time as children, then as young people, then as adults, dreaming of tomorrow. “I will do this, …be this”. Zambonesman, which is me, dreams of playing Carnegie Hall in the year 2020. This is grandeur, no? I don’t even know if this place is still existing- is it? Perhaps by then it will be “Triscuit Pavillion” or “The Malt-O-Meal Dome” but still it is my dream which I guard. They are our great possessions, but only if we take them seriously. Otherwise it is just like smoke or wind from ass.

Pomegranate seeds were given to Persephone by the tricky Hades, king of under-place, so that she would have to return to the darkness half of each year.

When we read the myth as children, we think that is all bad for her, “oh poor thing she has to be away from mommy for 6 months each year, yadda yadda…” But really, the myth is telling us we need to spend equal time in the dark places as the light. The juice of this is blood red like the rushing blood under surface of our skin. It is also very hard word to spell but hey Devil, I have spellchek biotch! FACIAL!

Take that Fiend! POW! (Stay tuned for next ingredients…)