What she don't know

It won't hurt her
But it might give her cause to wonder
"Where did all this blood come from?"
What she don't know
Is I'm at the end of my rope
I tried to climb back up
But it's a slippery fuckin' slope

Play with fire
And the burns are free
But this life'll be
The death of me

[all photos by yours trudy]

Feeling so neat and complete in the executive suite

I've found that one of the greatest curses God can bestow on a man is the gift of debate, and even more so the desire to utilize that gift whenever the occasion, however slight, arises.



I'm trying something neu [Whiskey-Orange Juice-1/4 Fresh Squeezed Lime Juice]

No flags, no patriots

Man, it sure is dark in here. The only light, cast in soft shades of green and white, falls gently across the comforter under which my legs twitch nervously. The chaotic dribble and drop of rain is soothing but in no way puts my mind at ease enough for sleep.

That's why God made jokes <<<< CLICK LINK FOR THE FUNNY

Disaster Au Naturel

Monetize...monotonize...when applied to art/life/sex, the former usually leads to the latter. It has also occasionally been known to lead to the ladder.

Edit: I stumbled upon this horrific scene one gray, January morning last week on my way to visit der Feuergabelung.

The man beneath me needs to die and who the hell remembers Jars of Clay?

Frozen to death...

...in a blizzard of existentialism on my summer vacation.

Testing...testing...1, 2, tres...? Once again, no sleep yet. Alex hurt her "tummy" somehow - thinks maybe it's her I*E*D or...pancreas?

Thanx, Greg. This was super relaxing.


Asa Nisi Masa.