Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Amber: Research grant, organizing my abstract.
Ben: "What if I were to offer 'better' hugs, but for a dollar, promising a more endearing embrace and maybe a 'you just got off an airplane and you'd been gone for a long while and I picked you up off the ground and then twirled you in circles before eskimo kissing you till our noses turn red'; what about that? Would you pay a dollar for that?" "God, who wouldn't." "Maybe tomorrow, I have shit to do." "What; drink coffee and have a cigarette or five?" "Yeah."
Monday, September 28, 2009
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Friday, September 25, 2009
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Ben: It's a concrete heart on fire, and that lay catty-cornered amongst brick, stucco, moss, and those who nap under the high sun, when it's just so and so it warms their neck, their back, and their concrete hearts, setting them on fire.
Morgan: Setting up my shoot, helping Rachel set up her shoot, watching Jessica style Kim's hair.
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Monday, September 21, 2009
Ben: Her head was held down, her mouth open, and her eyes kept from shutting; there were screams, and yelping, muffled pleas that then were swallowed; it was only a song that played in repetition and lyrics on and on, over again; it only played through earphones through heads, but still it played, and so it was.
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Ben: Jesus Christ that's a pretty face, so far away, and out of reach, and when I arrive to tell you so, you're just that a pretty face, and I'm alone again.
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Amber: getting cake fixings for moms and Morgans birthdays this weekend!
Ben: It's the change that finds its way, and on its way then into pockets, mine, and where I'll grab at it later, paying for whatever, and whatever else.
Morgan: My parents gift for my 21st birthday, four bottles of wine. Awesome!