corn ear

so baby pull me closer in the backseat of your tractor that i know you love to drive bite the ear corn off yer counter pull the wheat right out the soil of the acres you inherit from your caring farmer father we ain’t ever out of season we ain’t ever out of season

you: *eats 100 ears of corn in two hours* I am the corn king! I cannot be outcorned

me: *eats 101 ears of corn in ten minutes* just another day in the corn fields

The signs as my students

Aries: The girl who answered the question “what’s something that’s magnetic?” with “Beyonce” 

Taurus: The boy who ran around at recess screaming “I LIVE TO DIE”

Gemini: The kid who thought snapchat face filters were just some cool game and was always asking if he could ‘play snapchat’

Cancer: The student who looked me straight in the eyes and said “I can see things other people can’t” and then went right back to drawing velociraptors.

Leo: The girl who wrote a full-page story about a woman who fell in love with a giant ear of corn. The best line of the story being “The corn was always there for her.”

Virgo: The kid who would call me over to fill me in on the latest third grade gossip every morning

Libra: The student who dramatically sat down across from me after school and said, “Miss we need to talk business” when asked what kind of business replied, “Chip business”

Scorpio: The student who was not actually in my class at all but was somehow always in the classroom anyway

Sagittarius: The boy who during aftercare somehow snuck out of the school, walked to the 7-11, and then came back with a huge bag of chips

Capricorn: The boy who grabbed my hands one day, started humming tango music, and proceeded to pull me away to dance around the room with him

Aquarius: The kid that called me over in the middle of silent reading time to tell me that moth man did nothing wrong and was just a guy trying his best

Pieces: The little girl who every time she saw me would scream “warning you!” before jumping onto me and expecting me to catch her

me living at home: mom i’d like ground turkey seasoned with Cajun spices and minced red onion. Grilled to perfection, accompanied by an ear of corn and a healthy salad.

me living by myself: wtf, this hamburger helper has more than 2 steps

Saitama’s nicknames for Genos
  • hot stuff
  • sunshine
  • toastmaster 9000
  • Optimus Prime
  • Geny (or Geni)
  • cybro 
  • gorgeous
  • kid or kiddo
  • the angel and his heavenly ass
  • sparkler
  • Prince Zuko
  • flaming fajita 
  • When particularly upset: “you piece of coal”
  • When particularly upset pt 2: “you melodramatic ear of corn”
  • golden boy 
  • Captain Frowny Face
  • my bright ball of fire and brimstone
  • Charmander 

Images are vessels. Our Nahua speaking ancestors referred to images of the gods as Ixiptla or Toptli. Ixiptli derives from “skin,” or “rind.” Toptli means “that which covers something.” The gods and their images recognize each other. As like is attracted to like, so the divine forces recognize themselves in their images and fill them with their essence. A statue, a painting, a mask, a dough or amaranth figure, a natural rock formation, or a man dressed as the god, all become receptacles for divine energy, all become Ixitptla, all become god.

Here, an Ixiptla of Cocijo, the Zapotec Teotl of Rain. Because of the intimate relationship between rain and corn, Pitao Cozobi, the Teotl of Maize, appears in his headdress, descending with ears of corn.

Las imágenes son contenedores. Nuestros ancestres ​​que hablan Nahua se refieren a imágenes de los dioses como Ixiptla o Toptli. Ixiptli deriva de “piel” o “corteza”. Toptli significa “aquello que cubre algo”. Los dioses y sus imágenes se reconocen. Como a los semejantes les atraen, las fuerzas divinas se reconocen en sus imágenes y las llenan de su esencia. Una estatua, una pintura, una máscara, una figura de amaranto, una formación de piedra natural o un hombre vestido de dios, todos se convierten en recipientes para la energía divina, todos se convierten en Ixitptla, todos se convierten en dios. Aquí, una Ixiptla de Cocijo, el Teotl Zapoteca de la Lluvia. Debido a la íntima relación entre lluvia y maíz, Pitao Cozobi, el Teotl de Maíz, aparece en su tocado, descendiendo con dos mazorcas de maiz.

So I caught a few minutes of “Mike and Molly” when I was channel surfing. From what I can tell that show suffers from a terrible case of dragging on a joke until it’s not funny anymore. For example, this was an exchange between two police officers:

Officer 1: “Even if the parents are well-meaning, you can’t control what happens with the kid. I’m sure the parents of that guy we arrested today were lovely people who never dreamed that one day their bundle of joy would grow up to rob a liquor store with an ear of corn.”
Officer 2: “He’s real mistake was taking it out of his pocket to fire a warning shot.”

Now that exchange was funny, I actually chuckled. But then it goes on for another couple minutes.

Officer 1: “no, his real mistake was waking up this morning and saying “I’m gonna rob a liquor store with an ear of corn!”
Officer 2: “Yeah. Now banana would make more sense because that’s got a natural pistol grip but an ear of corn? That’s just wasteful.”

And then I think it went on a bit from there. Nothing kills a good joke like dragging it out too long. And I saw several examples of that within about five minutes of watching.
Series Two ~ Lesson Seven

Lesson Seven: Lammas/Lughnassad

Lammas, also known as Lughnassad to some, marks the middle of the summer and the beginning of the harvest season. For those in the Northern hemisphere it is celebrated on the 1st of August, and for those in the Southern hemisphere it is celebrated on the 2nd of February. It is the first of three harvest festivals. During this time the sun’s strength begins to fade, and the plants of Spring begin to wither and drop their fruits and seeds for consumption as well as to ensure future crops.

It is the time when the Sun God, Lugh to the Celts (hence Lughnassad), prepares to make his sacrifice - the bountiful fruits and grains must be harvested for the survival of the people.

Common symbolism is that of rebirth lying beneath the idea of sacrifice. In order to be reborn, the Sun God must first die.



  • Cornstalk
  • Heather
  • Frankincense 
  • Wheat
  • Corn Ears
  • Hollyhock
  • Acacia
  • Oak
  • Myrtle


  • Anat
  • Adonis
  • Baal
  • Bastet
  • Carridwen
  • Cernunnos
  • Ceres
  • Demeter
  • Hathor
  • Lugh
  • Luna
  • Odin
  • Osiris
  • Rhianon
  • Sif


  • Multigrain breads
  • Blackberries
  • Corn
  • Apples
  • Elderberries
  • Potatoes
  • Game meats
  • Plums
Simon and Baz Meet
  • Simon: hi I'm simon snow and we are roommates I guess
  • Baz: you're my new roommate what no I cannot physically function with someone as simultaneously cute and hot as you ok the sun doesn't even begin to rival how bright your smile is and no ears of corn compare to the perfect color of your golden curls and your little tiny smol freckles and moles look like cinnamon dusted on a fresh baked pastry and and tHOSE EYES. THOSE EYES. the most pure waters in the Atlantic Ocean can't keep up with those beautiful, beautiful blue eyes
  • Simon:
  • Baz:
  • Simon: what
  • Baz: shut up I said nothing you golden haired buffoon

Clay models of pomegranates from the Geometric period in the Archaeological Museum of Brauron.

And a Corinthian plate from the 5th century BCE with an enthroned Demeter (or Persephone) holding a torch, ears of corn and poppy heads. In front of her is an altar on which there is what appears to be a pomegranate. The poppy heads have sometimes also been interpreted as pomegranates. In the National Archaeological Museum at Athens.

Let us rise, and with the shovel that now serves to pile up gold for our masters, let us split their skulls in two, and with the sickle that weakly cuts off ears of corn, let us cut off the heads of the bourgeoisie and the tyrants. And above the smoldering embers of this damned system, let us plant our banner, the banner of the poor, to the cry of Land and Liberty! Let us no longer elevate anyone; let us all rise! Let us no longer hang medals or crosses on the chests of our leaders; if they want to be decorated, let us decorate them with our fists. The hour of justice has arrived, and in place of the ancient cry, the terror of the rich, “Your money or your life!” let us substitute this cry: “Your money and your life!
—  Ricardo
Flores Magon; The Intervention and The Prisoners of Texas (1914)