Practice tomorrow morning. Until then, There Will Be Blood. SLUMBER!
Jamie
*EDIT: THOSE WERE MY SASSY PANTS.
-CASSIDY
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Evening in the Arto Apartment 3/25
Myles looks lovely in his Bread King spaghetti strap halter-top. Deep into night, soft chatter. Somewhere a record sings lazily. Kevin looks lovely with his George Lopez hair. Myles is now shirtless, apparently cleaning, but not accomplishing anything. A pair of pants are looking sassy. Lintless!
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Piety (for Leo)
My hands run along a smooth sculpture,
a bust,
and I wonder what hands ran before,
what heart molded this stone,
what careful eye scanned its being,
what patient mind roamed humanity's beauty,
and birthed it out of the Earth.
A memory captured within a frame.
The sky lets out the tears, the rain,
the sculpture shines. Like God.
From every hand, his beauty spills.
Jamie
a bust,
and I wonder what hands ran before,
what heart molded this stone,
what careful eye scanned its being,
what patient mind roamed humanity's beauty,
and birthed it out of the Earth.
A memory captured within a frame.
The sky lets out the tears, the rain,
the sculpture shines. Like God.
From every hand, his beauty spills.
Jamie
Saturday, March 21, 2009
Friday, March 20, 2009
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