gull lake is coming up. will be nice. wish more people could make it.
lately it is difficult to look forward to anything. i say, trent and i both say, we will stop trying to find that certain girl and concentrate on our art. dive into work, drive the other way. hearing us talk only disheartens me more. i feel dead inside.
watched "if these walls could talk 2" tonight. chloe sevigny is doubtless the most beautiful woman on earth in that movie. i want to do all kinds of terrible things to her like write her villainelles.
something old:
There is the church, today's passage pasted up on the sign outside. They run out of certain letters so "Blessed are the meek" is spelled with backwards 3's instead of E's. There is the polished cross, the rusted windows. Our dead have all the best tricks. They dangle from ceilings, take flying leaps from bridges, acrobatics, daredevils. Experts at sleight of hand, our dead, magicians with hidden hankerchiefs-- nothing up the sleeve-- then a quick flash of blade and silk billows out, enough to flood a whole tile bathtub.
Everybody here is looking for a way out.
lately it is difficult to look forward to anything. i say, trent and i both say, we will stop trying to find that certain girl and concentrate on our art. dive into work, drive the other way. hearing us talk only disheartens me more. i feel dead inside.
watched "if these walls could talk 2" tonight. chloe sevigny is doubtless the most beautiful woman on earth in that movie. i want to do all kinds of terrible things to her like write her villainelles.
something old:
There is the church, today's passage pasted up on the sign outside. They run out of certain letters so "Blessed are the meek" is spelled with backwards 3's instead of E's. There is the polished cross, the rusted windows. Our dead have all the best tricks. They dangle from ceilings, take flying leaps from bridges, acrobatics, daredevils. Experts at sleight of hand, our dead, magicians with hidden hankerchiefs-- nothing up the sleeve-- then a quick flash of blade and silk billows out, enough to flood a whole tile bathtub.
Everybody here is looking for a way out.
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Anyway, I don't know how but the "post a pic of a hot member" thread got kick-started today and I just found out I was on there. Funny that my original poster took one entirely out-of-context picture... but you seemed to like it so I thought I would say hello.
Hello, I (perhaps?) have one of the most pretentious names on this site. It's 7 am and I'm listening to the soundtrack to "Requiem for a Dream." Have a great day.
It's actually not the same photographer. I've been on this whole "get your portfolio together so you don't have to pose for Eggman" anymore" kick and have been hunting down vintage photographers right and left. Mr. Beehive is called Mark Anthony Lacy, and may be the snottiest man I ever posed for.
Snippets of dialogue:
"You look like a Tijuana suck artist!"
"At least I'm not some hack taking pictures of a Tijuana suck artist"
I take off stilletto and hurl it towards him. It lands with a crash and an (unfortunatly) unharmed photographer
We got along swimmingly