Month: April 2004

for memories sake: a great black bird

Today I’m wearing linen and raw silk. I’m going to meet Crow at our coffeeshop and when I see him I will kiss him.

 

for memories sake and that night in the bathtub where you wouldn’t look at me naked. for that day we spent laughing together and asked if we needed to kiss. for that time we spent awake until dawn and you were wanting and i gave you something else that was better. for the birds that were lost and buried in the backyard – yours and mine. ourselves, apart. for everything and the note i left you the night i stole your alcohol and left the note that changed your life. for knowing you for longer than they ever thought. for running my fingers through your hair and counting the silver. for hiding the silver with violet and standing up to me when i laughed. for being brave and asking me. for asking my blessings in the dark. for knowing your name when no-one else did. for secrets and love. for me.

creativity + older men = *lick*

I’ve been wandering Mark Romaneks site this evening. I am so in love it hurts like mirror splinters in my heart.

http://mwww.markromanek.com/

He’s the guilty party responsible for Nine Inch Nails beautiful visual output in the Closer and Perfect Drug videos. Madonna’s sci-fi Bedtime Story is also his.

I highly recommend spending bandwidth time and inching your way through the music videos on his sight.

 

The Johnny Cash, Hurt, is worth the two moments it requites to click.
Go. Go now.