Gin, David St John

You know, your friends complain. They say

You give up only the vaguest news, and give a bakery

As your phone. Even your stories

Have no point, just lots of detail: The room

Was long and bright, small and close, angering Gaston;

They turned away to embrace him; She wore

The color out of season,

She wore hardly anything at all; Nobody died; Saturday.

These disguises of omission. Like forgetting

To say obtuse when you talk about the sun, leaving

Off the buttons as you’re sewing up the coat. So,

People take the little

They know to make a marvelous stew;

Sometimes, it even resembles you. It’s not so much

You cover your tracks, as that they bloom

In such false directions. This way friends who awaken

At night, beside you, awaken alone.

Body, Alissa Leigh

Washed by the rough nurse of morning,

wheeled into the ward of the afternoon,

feeds, grateful, on the rich broth of dusk.

Reads the erratic cards of dreams,

turns on the rack of insomnia,

steals the two-bit grace of sleep.

Loses its name in foreign embraces,

forges a passport to the country of tenderness,

gestures like a child at the thing that it wants,

opaque from its own breath on the glass.

Are you ready for this?
From Rails in Tears to this image, about Chatsky & Sofya from Woe from Wit.
Go ahead laugh, I just wish I was Russian.

Hello darling, sorry about that.

Sorry about the bony elbows, sorry we

lived here, sorry about the scene at the bottom of the stairwell

and how I ruined everything by saying it out loud.

Especially that, but I should have known.

You see, I take the parts that I remember and stitch them back together

to make a creature that will do what I say

or love me back.

So maybe I wanted to give you something more than a catalog

of non-definitive acts,

something other than the desperation.

Dear So-and-So, I'm sorry I couldn't come to your party.

Dear So-and-So, I'm sorry I came to your party

and seduced you

and left you bruised and ruined, you poor sad thing.

Your want a better story. Who wouldn't?

watch the eff out!

I figured life out,
and by life I do mean how to get my pictures from hard drive to computer to internet.
Other than that- nothing.
So watch out, today will be a day of updations.
make sure you scroll down to catch all of it!

oh you know, minor texas stuff, the goodness is underwraps until i can work through everything and get it edited...

thanksssgivin

the Bob stopped by for some pie and wine after the fam dinner,
and of course i couldn't resist hammin for the cam!

slaughter reunion

a weekend in savannah would not be complete without the slaughterdogs!
maybe the last time we will all be together for a Very Long Time.
Jimmy's movin across the country to get away from us, Will lives in the Flerrida & commutes to Savannah, and ElWanda's hiding in Connecticut.

fire night

the week before thanksgiving, in savannah for the J&C wedding
i was a little stoked that this went down in my own future backyard.

Just a few things, before I sleep:

-First off, by the sounds of it, there is a man digging a grave in the empty lot 4 feet from my open window.  Excuse me sir-it's a little late to be digging in gravel, and you're scaring the shit out of me. (so if no one ever hears from me, he climbed in and killed me with is shovel. oh, and i think he's a gimp, so there's that to go on)

-Secondly, I am a poor poor packer. I have officially found half of everything I've looked for, and all of my Texas photos are in Texas, not here with me. Very convenient. I also managed to leave all of my back up dvd's in Tx.  Probably sitting next to my Canadian Whiskey, data cable, power cord, missing shoe, and my shampoo. 

In summation, creepy man may kill me tonight (i love you all, cremate my body) and there will be no photo updates (unless we count photobooth) until well into 2008. Way to go out with a great showin.

Happy New Years Eve!

Acts of Love
If endear is earned

and is meant to identify

two halves

then it composes

one meaning

which means

a token

a knot

a note

a noting in the head

of how it feels

to have your heart

be the dear one

guess what i got for jesus's birthday

it's either a dog, a twin, or a macbook pro. hmmmmm....

Please.

Can we be leaving now.

We like bus trips, remember. Together

we could watch those winter fields slip past, and

never care again,

think of it.

I don't have to be anywhere.

i will kiss your cool bark

and hug you safe and tight

just as your mother would,

only don't be afraid