Monday, June 12, 2006

so don't even try it.

16 comments:

ARB said...

fine! damn it.

mike c said...

Maybe it's just misplaced?

wendy said...

Dave,
do you have an email I can send these Arlington Cemetery photos to? For Bobbi Clements? I left her a message to get an email. She doesnt answer her phone, maybe you can forward them? Thanky, Wendy (wgaliett AT pacbell.net)

mike c said...

Yeah, I sent a picture to Transformer Gallery's email for you. Why don't you have an email on your site?

mike c said...

Dave.

Anonymous said...

wendy,
please save your personal comments and extraneous babble about graveyards for private emails.
thank you,
management
aka marissa
ps. i love you and i can't hide it anymore.

mike c said...

Dave.

(Hi Marissa)

ARB said...

Dave, Wendy, &rew, Marissa, Mike:
We are posting on the same blog.
We are posting on the same photo.
We are posting about love.
About hiding.
About you.
About your.
About can't.
About forever.
(And ever.)
(And ever!)
Every time I stand up, I wake up,
I fall asleep, I fall down,
I chase the pony, I pull its mane,
I cry and I babble, but I don't feel insane.
(And ever.)
(Dave, don't give in to hassling jerks who urge you to post more photos.)
It takes time to build, it takes a second to wreck it. (Thanks Beasties!).
I can't stop. I won't deny it. I kind of like it. It's time to stop. I'm done.

mike c said...

&rew,

I would agree with you but I can't.
There is never enough time.
The only way to move sometimes is to be brave enough to blindly step forward.
Instinctively, aggressively. Create a god and believe in it if that helps you.
Whatever you (Dave [WTNR]) decide, please post a new photo.
If you don't use it you lose it. You have to fake it til you make it.

mike c said...

Dave.

Anonymous said...

I hide my love every day, and it hurts.

ARB said...

Bobby,

maybe you should stop wearing those constricting trousers.


Love always. Always.

Anonymous said...

It does hurt.

mike c said...

Love is a beautiful pain.

It leaves you full of emptiness.

ARB said...

Empty is a vessel that hides its love.
Vessels. Mike knows the waterborne variety.
They're different from those that fuel the gravytrain.
Love. It's catching.
Pain. It's fetching.
Leaves. Fall from trees.

wendy said...

Marissa,

I knew you would come around. I think you and I should meet up again, soon, and do that thing.


Dave,

I say do what your heart feels is right. You know you should live your life, becasue this time is not the dress rehersal.


&rew,

I think you have a huge hole in your frosty little heart. It is ok though, so do I. The only difference is my fridgid heart is huge.