“I am grateful life beat me into submission, because that’s how I learned to fight with compassion instead of fury. I’m not broken, I’m bendable, and I can survive anything. Damaged goods are the best kind there are.”
— Liz Roberts
“I wanted a perfect ending. Now I’ve learned, the hard way, that some poems don’t rhyme and some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle and end. Life is about not knowing; having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what’s going to happen next. Delicious ambiguity.”
Summer is unbearable – this is a typical afternoon driving around doing my job.
It’s why i’ve been quiet. i am ok. Thanks everyone for the concern and kind words!
Funny how you have to find God, but sin will find you!June 19th, 2012
June 12th, 2012
I guess I can relate. But can she do it under water?
Here’s a couple of me and Jill.
Oh it certainly gets rough later.. and someone ends up tied to a cinder block at the bottom of the pool!
I will post those tomorrow. I am tired and my mannequin is in bed waiting for me. LOL
Check out this Bed of Nails if You are particularly Sadistic and need a cruel kind of punishment. I would imagine kneeling on this matt would hit the “nail” on the head.May 23rd, 2012
Huge thanks and admiration to Shepherd817 for the strategic planning of execution and exact timing required to score a suspension/shoot of this magnitude correctly, safely, and to perfection with the assist of SirTemple. (well, maybe not too safe – but that’s how we roll)
This billboard has been on my hit list for nearly a decade in one form or fashion. It’s located on one of the busiest highways near downtown Dallas, and I assure you, they don’t want you to get near it. I have the barbed wire kisses to prove it.
May 21st, 2012
“I will open you
petal by petal
taking all the time in the world.
I will build with you a slow fire
stick by stick
and watch the color of your sunrise.
I will play with the wind of you,
cover your body with smiles and games,
promises and fantasies that disappear
without a trace.
I will stir your secret core,
witches’ brew of potions and incantations
and feel you simmering, rolling
floating in my hand.
I will fill you slowly up,
every crevice and curve,
watch feel hear smell taste you
an excerpt from “To Whom It May Concern”
~via David Steinberg
There are words that haunt the dark spaces to which i just cannot suffer to say.
i would instead choke down the jagged edges of the rounded letters and suppress the verbal font.
What of ‘goodbye’ and the way the final sound of the final ‘e’ always comes with a breath out, a lingering and softly defeated breath as if it had fingers.. and those fingers had nails and they were scratching and clinging to the floor boards of that two syllable word?
Fighting, always fighting to stick around, if only for You, if only forever.
But i cannot. i won’t.
What of ‘Cant’ and the way ‘Can’t’ becomes a window covered with bars and those bars forever change the way light spills into spaces behind them?
Can’t is a door covered in locks and I’ve always had a problem with losing my keys.
Keys. Phone. Wallet.
Can’t is the new “Won’t” said with decoration and the illusion of being utterly powerless.
What of regret and the way it stains our memories with wishes that will never come true? What of ‘would have’ or ‘could have’ or the most heart breaking and poltergeist haunting ‘should have’?
When will Now start being better than ‘then’ and when we will leap first and ask questions second and when will we understand that sometimes, sometimes, the entire universe conspires to put us exactly where we need to be at the exact moment we need to be there and if we would stop fighting it so hard and start reaching out instead of pushing away, pulling in instead of fighting off, we would discover that all we’ll need is waiting, patiently, directly in front of us.
What of all these words i will not say?
What of all these words i cannot suffer a moment longer on this tongue of mine?
i will wait until they are lost.
I’ve always had a problem with losing my keys.
Keys. Phone. Wallet.
May 9th, 2012
fishes: kinkerbelle, Namatel, Texassara, Stray_Kitten, Libra_Rayne
Sailors: SirTemple, Handrolld, Shepherd817, TwistedLens