girlswithguitars

so this is what i do. im begining to hate the internet. im concerned for the state of art after it has been bought and sold, turned into a commodity. the pictures on this site are not art. the actual happenings of the photo sets, the relationships developed by people, all the conflicts and resolutions, the design and layout of the site are all art. but the pictures?

pale comparisons to BEING and LIVING! to having a beautiful womyn undress themselves in your own bedroom, and everything between the two of you that had led to that point; all the good, the bad, the vulgal, the shallow, the loving compassion we all feel at times (lest we forget how!).

so adam is going to be a pastry chef and wear a chefs hat and live and bake in pasadena. im going to miss his presance, but its nothing surprsing. he kissed me with a mouth of frosting, drunk as shit while i was frying on new years. It was brief, innocent, and took place infront of lindsey, who thought it adorable.

adam,
if we are brothers,
who is our mother?
and who our father?
why, the sun and the earth of course!
the moon is our peer, a distant cousin perhaps.
our pull is as great on those around us.