the pudge between her legs rubbed together when she ran
and it tickled and made her laugh at all the people
who didn't eat breakfast

Hallelujah

This is where it starts to get boring

This time of year when winter has been dragging on for months and the promises of spring are at arms length..yes this is when I start getting bored. All the things I like to do suddenly seem dull and it makes me crabby and lazy. Times like these call for raunchy photos, wrestling, and many, many cups of coffee.
On a happier note, I'm going to Portland!(again) But this time with a fish eye lens and a handsome chap to link arms with down the sea-salty sidewalks.

she dreams through the day
but rises in the moonlight
dancing
and she hopes to set her light
in a new land
where life is simple and pure
and her dreams turn into reality
-Chelsea D.

Potluck!

Here are some photos from a potluck my house-mates and I had the other night.

My, What a Good Way to Start Thinking..

Hairs cut

I've always wanted a buzzed head. I'm too chicken to do my whole head, but the buzzer definitely was buzzin'

dark lines
outline us
outline the shapes of your hips
and the shapes of your words
that made me fall in love with you

Funny fantasies are never so real as old style romances
Where the hero has a heroine who has
Long black braids and lets
Nobody
Kiss her ever
And everybody’s trying all the time to
Run away with her
And the hero is always drawing his
(sic) sword and
Tilting at gin mills and
Forever telling her he
Loves her and has only honorable intentions and
Honorable mentions
And no one ever beats him at
Anything
But then finally one day
She who has always been so timid
Offs with her glove and says
(though not in so many big words)
Let’s lie down somewhere s
Baby
-Lawrence ferlinghetti

This painters talent is like nothing I've ever seen..


I think this means we should all stop painting and hand over the reins to Eric Zener