Monday, August 31, 2009


Amber: Something you might overlook while walking around in a building your in every day.

Ben: It's a truly wonderful thing to know, no matter who you share a pop with, whether it be him or her, a bum or your neighbor, when you and they pop the top and then lift the bottle to your lips, drinking it down, slowly and smoothly, you're both tasting the same great taste, and there are no differences in that moment, none.

Morgan: copying is a cop-out.

Rachel: Amber skulks in stairwells.

Sunday, August 30, 2009


Amber: washing dishes is the worst.

Ben: It was a bike overload (wheels, wheels, wheels).

Morgan: beverages take up half our frig.

Rachel: Taking notes.

Saturday, August 29, 2009


Amber: and, that as all that I needed.

Ben: "Everyone, Yay!"

Morgan: fruits and veggies are heavy.

Rachel: Piece three: staples.

Friday, August 28, 2009


Amber: "after Richard Avedon"

Ben: It was a sad thing coming up on a forgotten card, where hugs and kisses were signed and with love two, but only to later be thrown away and left on the ground to rot.

Morgan: Lion King makes tons of laundry not seem so bad.

Rachel: Arby's: This is Andrew; another regular. He puts barbecue sauce on his lima beans. Andrew didn't want his picture taken. I didn't listen.

Thursday, August 27, 2009


Amber: everything ends up in the same place.

Ben: Only a small dose of the filth I walk over each day.

Morgan: The "Glory Hole" in the Glass workshop.

Rachel: Piece one: grass. For two total days in a row. Damn projects.

Wednesday, August 26, 2009


Amber : Three

Ben: The pig with the sharpened knife and stained ax sits amid a heap of jewel encrusted skulls. He smiles and is accompanied by two nuns, praying by his side and under a sky blackened by thousands of bats. The hawks on each of their shoulders bark at the three moon night, and between the barks, the batts, the skulls, the sharpened knife and stained axe, the smile remains plastered across the pigs face.

Morgan: Break time.

Rachel: Friends on a table.

Tuesday, August 25, 2009


Amber: next step.

Ben: "This is the first we've been together at this time," I said. "And I'm looking forward to the upload."

Morgan: Cookie supply bike ride to Kroger.

Rachel: I'm a junior in college, and my homework was to make a nametag.

Monday, August 24, 2009


Amber: honest.

Ben: I wanted to see inside, and I wanted to know what was on the other side, but I was side-tracked, and then distracted completely; I left the portal and forgot about it completely, fully, and without being besides myself, wrought with sadness; was it something I should have done, should have explored, maybe, sure--it's something.

Morgan: so boring and pointless.

Rachel: First day of "Concepts of Photography."

Sunday, August 23, 2009


Amber: Sickness, laying around getting better.

Ben: Haiku of the day:
There, he sat alone,
and where, above him, it said:
"Reclaim the city."

Morgan: Day 2 of Gettysburg. Championship game. Finished 5-1. Second Place!

Rachel: I should be reading.

Saturday, August 22, 2009


Amber: Randomly really sick, tv and lots of sleep, bed to couch motion.

Ben: It was a lot like watching the sheep, those that once claimed many nights, rise and take to the skies, floating the way I had dreamed they would.

Morgan: Tournament in Gettysburg. VCU Biscuit Villains 3-0!
Hammer right to Isaac, which he dropped in the end zone.

Rachel: Studying with Tchuca.

Friday, August 21, 2009



Ben: True heros walk alone.

Morgan: The door that will never be opened again.

Rachel: Arbys; Zumra cutting up chickens.

Thursday, August 20, 2009


Amber: Beautiful, $5 light.

Ben: As if nothing had ever changed, left, or been replaced.

Morgan: We have cable and internet!

Rachel: And the classes begin again.

Wednesday, August 19, 2009


Amber: Work work work.

Ben: He was the type that thought, if only he could fly things would be different, better.

Morgan: Heading to campus.

Rachel: Trying to reorganize the cabinets.