Sugar

“How was your physics and philosophy class?” he asked, his eyes seeming to peer just over the top of his laptop like his neck didn’t exist.

She stopped where she stood, her bag still on her shoulder, her hand on her hip.

And then, she said, “I look at all the pictures when I go to museums, but only at the interesting pictures do I read the plaques. That class made me want to go to a museum right then, before it was even over, and read all the plaques.”

“That’s very specific,” he said. They both could here the surreptitious taps of his fingers on the keys of his keyboard.

She remained standing over him.

“Generally, that class makes me want to learn, but to be even more specific it makes me want to read all the plaques in the one room museum of the Sugarlands visitor center in North Carolina,” she said.

And then, she curled up her thin figure on the bed, and his eyes disappeared behind the laptop screen.

Evil has a face

and it's adorable

Honey on the Ceiling & Cannibal v.s. Cunning*

title of the black & white one inspired by a Dead Poetic song

"Lover, will you look at me now"

Sufjan Stevens (I walked)

Assassination

You call this inspiration*

I call that assassination

Keep your bloody glitter

and your bloody fingers

and your bloody bloody honey

Don’t give me your soft attention

or your soft caresses

or your soft soft skin

My soul is not mine to give

if that’s even what you’re after

and if so that’s a little better to me

You call this inspiration

I call that assassination.

*line inspired by Cannibal v.s. Cunning by Dead Poetic

Everyone wants to be us

(title inspired by The Devil Wears Prada)

After 40 Days

I want to see through Your eyes

The middle of no where never drew me so deep

if you have ever had a longing to get lost in the woods
go to Baxter state park in Maine.
It takes 4 1/2 hours to drive from one entrance to another
through the thickest loveliest forest.
(as a side note the speed limit is 20 mph and
as it is a windy little dirt road you have to do it)

Conversationalist

“Donde está mi camera?” she inquired as she turned over newspapers, and alluring magazine clippings.

“Why do you always have to ask that in Spanish?” he asked.

She paused and tilted her head at him.

“Why do you always have to ask it in English? Why not in Swedish or somethin’?”

“Because I don’t speak Swedish,” he answered with a smug smile.

“Well go on google translator and stop complaining,” she said and went back to her search.

The End

The Highest Fall

All taken on a trip to Moxie Falls, Maine

Soulfest

Hyland 

Write This Down

Write this Down

Write this Down

Write this Down

Hyland

Music is my escape

the guitarist is from Write this Down (if you have a chance to see them live DO IT)

Metropolis

See me. But you can't darlin. Not yet. Oh yes, not yet.

he was a gladiator. a hedonist.
a rush-seeker untouchable by the law.
but he was God’s. he lived in a dream that he must wake from.

he knew it better than most.

cell phone pics

Careful, Careful

“I need your help,” he said.

“What do you mean?” she asked.

He smiled, showing both rows of teeth.

“I need your assistance.”

She frowned.

“Well, that can mean one of two things. The first,” she said, raising a finger in the air,” is that you want my lifelong servitude. Oh wait! There’s actually three things. The second,” adding another finger, “is that you want my loyalty which is only little less mean than the first. The third is that you want me to allow my particular skills to be of use to you for a temporary period of time. This statement itself, however, is kind of funny because all time is temporary, but I, like you did at the beginning, will assume you know what I mean.

If you meant the first, the answer is heck no, if the second, I'll consider it, and if the third, of course."

He narrowed his eyes at her.

“Are you on drugs?” he asked. She leaned forward slightly, her eyes widening a little.

“Not that I’m aware of, but you can never can tell with the corporations these days.”

Glasses

Gumption

I only have eyes for you