The first date...

In an attempt to anchor myself into the solid ground of reality, I deleted my MySpace.

Many words, and much dreaming are meaningless...

Lumpkin County and The Old Copper Mine

A couple of bros and the king scouted out an abandoned copper mine in Georgia. We were hoping to see at least one human skeleton and find enough copper ore to smelt into a kettle pot for making horehound candy...


PT Cruisin'


Bury me softly in this womb





Down in a hole...


Charie?


See my heart I decorate it like a grave


Rare Beast Sighting


Nothing New


Holding rare flowers...


I'd like to fly, but my wings have been so denied


A Modern Man Contemplates His Origins


Bridge Buddies!


The King


Tantric Copper Pose


Bros Before...


Fact: He Will Only Eat Corn On The Cob, Not Off


Devil Dog At The Gates Of Hell!


Demon Child At The Gates Of Hell!

Introducing...

My bunny friend, Sweet Cream Creep!

All Beasts Come Out At Night!

comet dust, as in the earth is a cold, dark place
comet wine, as in notes of lenticular tannins
comet, it makes your teeth turn green
tan bueno, as in so good
bueno tan, as in nice tan
st. beuno, as in the patron saint of diseased cattle

Shweet Music Baby!

It's my bro's birthday, now if he would just return my phone call. See him here round t-minus 1 minute and 55 seconds...

When Your Bones Crumble Cocoa

grave wax, as in cemetery soap
sex wax, as in "the heavy summer rain on the hood of El Caballo"
gulf wax, as in slick coastal curbs and stolen supermarket goods
non-toxic wax, as in razz-matazz colored crayons and spelling bee competitions
beeswax, as in mind your own colonial candle
blackstrap, as in crystallized cane syrup, calcium bones with teeth cavities, cooking cattle snacks, the Cambridge candy killer, chelating cakes of rust, Rachel Carson vs. chlorinated hydrocarbons, Big City sneak thieves and minor criminals, casting ballots in Saskatchewan Canada

Cherchez La Femme

The Sundays / Here's Where The Story Ends



Siouxsie and The Banshees / Hong Kong Garden



Shop Assistants / I Don't Want To Be Friends With You



Cocteau Twins / Evangeline



Sarah McLachlan / Vox



Amy Grant / Stay For Awhile

Dear Citizens and Ragacupcakes of The Kingdom of Kingdoms...

I woke this morning with the word "fill" on my mind. Unfortunately it had nothing to do with pastries, although some sweet vanilla cream hiding inside a pillowy morsel is currently dancing and chuckling along through the streets of my brain. Maybe today you can join me in meditating on the word "fill", "filled", "filling", and the like. Maybe you can be "filled" with God's presence, His love, His extravagant blessings. Or maybe you can "fill" a fellow cupcake or stranger with kind and soothing words. Maybe you need to let go of something that is currently "filling" your mind and heart...something like worry or anger or an obsession with sugary confections containing partially hydrogenated oils. My good friend Ozzy Chambers touched on this most recently when he wrote:

Even the weakest saint can experience the power of the deity of the Son of God, when he is willing to "let go." But any effort to "hang on" to the least bit of our own power will only diminish the life of Jesus in us. We have to keep letting go, and slowly, but surely, the great full life of God will invade us, penetrating every part. Then Jesus will have complete and effective dominion in us, and people will take notice that we have been with Him.

In Honor Of Easter...

I decided to boil my pants (like a bunny) and then color them (like an easter egg).

Sea Glass and Wax Giraffes

Ilk, as in kind
Kinfolk, as in a collection of relatives
Kindred Spirits, as in Anne of Avonlea
The Elks, as in Speiglerachi Pop!
Query, as in "why is everything you do gay?"
Quarry, as in rock candy and quartz crystals