You're so pretty as only a boy can be.

I'll wear the red dress
The one I use to wear before you knew me.
I'll never take it off and,
pose for you as if photos are being taken.

You're so pretty as only a boy can be.
Too pretty that sometimes I can't breathe.
Your love's just so easy.

You lie beside your dreams in the dark.
And a sliver of light beams in my eyes.

Outside, the train's loudly passing by
You cover my ears to mute out the sound.

weird.

A quick rant. What's up with girls and boys being friends and making out? Weird.

Happy Birthday Piggy.

My birthday wishes have come true. Thanks for the awesome gifts. I love you guys...

pre-birthday gift

An Issue of Optimism, God and Church

A blogger asked me early July if I considered myself an optimist my only response was, yes. The question was asked in response, to a blog I wrote about a conversation that I had earlier that day with my mom and sister about whether or not one should marry in the church.
The best way I can respond to that comment is this:

God is a popular mother fucker! He gets all the credit for everything that's going great in your life. Unfortunately, he's also got the reputation for fucking things up whenever something goes wrong.

Oh my God! Why God why? Jesus Christ! Goddamn! Thank the Lord.

I wonder if he's even intervening? I've always just envisioned him as a dude, kicking it in the sky. Anyway, I don't think he's making people feel bad for not getting married in a church. He's probably got better things to do than that. A church does not make a marriage. God does not make a marriage. Two people who want to hang out for life, do.

I'm optimistic about people making it work without the help of God and church.

The best thing you can ask for in a relationship is fun, freedom and having that person make you feel good about yourself. If God helps, thank him, but if he doesn't, well at least you've always got someone to blame for things going wrong in your life.

But who knows? I've never been married before, so what do I know? Amen.

robot

Keats.

A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing...

Bower-a leafy shelter, or rustic dwelling.
Now, I know. Endymion Book I my favorite poem, by John Keats.

Sleepless

On sleepless nights
I seek my weary friend
Who comforts me
When I need him.
He has changed
but for the worst it seems,
and all to quickly he haunts my dreams.
He speaks politely
but never genuine.
I feel he is sad,
but I dare not ask him to come in.

(My office/bed)

Oh my God!!

Barnes and Noble Party Tonight! I don't need to write more my pictures are enough. Walt, Karen, cupcakes and fans.