A collection of bullshit and my thoughts

Tuesday, 3 December 2013

Coffee

What he didn't notice while sipping that short cup of coffee was the little crack on the side of the cup and the look in the waitresses eye; she was looking at him because somehow she knew, she knew that in this, the 54th day of the year, that short cup of coffee serial numbered by ikea with the number 54, contained 54 millilitres of water pushed by a pressurised valve rated at 54 bar through a coffee filter containing 55 grains of coffee (55 you ask? well, life ain't perfect).

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