Monday, October 26, 2009

a love bizarre





"A strawberry mind
A body that's built for two
A kiss on the spine
We do things we never do
Come swallow the pride and joy of the ivory tower
We'll dance on the roof
Make love on a bed of flowers
That's what we are... We all want a love bizarre."
-Sheila E.

chicka.chicka.yeah.yeah

These songs / Bow.chicka.bow.bow / Hall of Fame...
Check your pulse.











Saturday, October 24, 2009

strategically placed


"Moi je joue à joue contre joue
Je veux jouer à joue contre vous
Mais vous, le voulez-vous?"
-Brigitte Bardot

Friday, October 23, 2009

dalmatian mice




"I met him in the ocean.
I was swimming
And
He came out to me in a canoe."
-Margot Tenenbaum

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

aimless


A hazy day of aimless wandering on a country estate
Open fields beckoning for a frolic
Old barns whose smell of oats and worn leather stir nostalgia
Dressing gowns meant to be donned with Wellies
Chickens
Lambs
Horses
Goats
Lemonade in the afternoon, gin in the evening

...Take me there please

Monday, October 19, 2009

thank you for being a friend

"Sophia, why are you in such a bad mood?"

"Excuse me Rose, but I haven't had sex in fifteen years and it's starting to get on my nerves."








"I have writer's block. It's the worst feeling in the world."

"Oh yeah? Try ten days without a bowel movement sometime."

Sunday, October 18, 2009

throwback






"All the leaves are brown
And the sky is grey
I've been for a walk
On a winter's day"
-The Mamas & Papas

frolic




To dream
Is a frolic for your mind
A stretch for your morning bones
A glass of whiskey for a parched soul

Monday, October 12, 2009

sneak peek

"Sending you forget me nots
To help me to remember
Baby please forget me not
I want you to remember"

-"Forget me Nots" / Patrice Rushen


Sunday, October 11, 2009

when it ends


Love is a most confusing of basic needs
A pair is never just two
Multiple people in bed at night
Multiple fingers twisted while holding hands
Ongoing battles whose fallen still roam seeking comfort
It is them
These
Who separate the fines and the greats
A thanks is owed for their love relented