jeudi 29 janvier 2009

mercredi 28 janvier 2009

vendredi 16 janvier 2009


I've had an image of this hat since the Norwegian winter day dream I had months ago. And this, like the dream, isn't as serious as I'd hope the walk around Mjøsa would be.

mardi 13 janvier 2009

Bacon again





And some from our own

vendredi 9 janvier 2009

I want my head in between god's knees, my nose towards the floor.



I want to sleep slowly through the entire night and to stretch my neck backwards without breaking it for another. I want to eat more so my skin glows and I want to sip my lost purity back inside. I want to rest my head on someone's adoring knee so I wont think about god or how nice Charles Starkweather looked with Caril. I want to see more dirt on my hands and less of spoiled ice cream, grease, and roller skate bruises.

I want this because nothing else seems enough, and I want this because it's all that's worth holding.