a night on the town with T & A

in somewhat chronological order. includes:
1 proposition of a threesome
1 (quickly) discarded vow of alcohol abstinence
1 Weimar cabaret show
several drive-by shots (of jack)
much blurriness

*someone* jumped the gun

and dropped the ball. on not pointing out max and jude.
thanks, kids.
i'm finally with you now.

north-south doodle

the means of getting g to germany

`rhymes with possum'

gutted

to reprise an oldie, here is an RIP. was just talking about him, too.
so devastating. RIP.

painting for gk1

a new hairdresser

so what if he lives in williamsburg. meeting him at a comedy club, of all places, clinches his next client

p, d and republic

ex-husbands, current husbands and future husbands, the talk centered around. at that side of the table, clearly

you are SO invited...

and please do come. at least so that the painting of this space was not a total waste, and should the paint flecks never come out

and yet

somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully, misteriously) her first rose

or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;

nothing we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility: whose texture
compels me with the colour of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands

***you know who you are

`no more drunken blogposts'

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

just one more reason not to put him in the white house

not that you needed any others. but. you can bombard him with petitions for the wm3 if you so choose:

Governor of Arkansas
Mike Huckabee
State Capitol
Little Rock, AR 72201
(501) 682-2345

two dudes (aka wienick makes the blog again)

becky flash + spencer

fun with wax

a talented, and accomplished drinking buddy: gretapemberton.com

two sisters and a black rabbit

happy 2008!

aka many bearded men, many wasted geoff shots and frye attacking an unsuspecting random

the happy mannequin series

sadness in clinton hill

another night at `The Trout'

burning out before new year's, as usual. you know how we do

a shout-out to seattle

moving in

no drama, only one bashed-in knee, much beer, jack and pizza and a couple of hours later, Spencer is already starting to feel lived in