Loop Hole

Convinced he'd found the loop hole, he smiled confidently and proudly confessed, "I have given up giving up things for Lent."

Wilted Weed

Spill the vase, cast away the mocking petals. Balance your napping moral centerpiece of wilted weed. Invasive adulterant. Lying stem of stabbing, stinging, throbbing, narcotic deceit.

Dripping White Primer

There are some things you should never try to paint, he said. Things that are so innately beautiful that anything but what is, is nothing more than a mere cheap reproduction with the words CHEAP REPRODUCTION painted in dripping white primer straight across the front.

Bottle on the Water

He looked down his legs stretched out on the sand and watched the bottle float away with his two weeks notice tucked neatly inside.

Sleep

There weren't too many things he enjoyed as much as sleeping on a full belly.

By the sea...

Winter... (Sigh)

Project Weasel

I've had a plan for these for some time. Finally got around to sketching up some ideas.

Touch

I'm not looking for the extravagant he said, just the touch of someone familiar. Someone who I know and in whom I am fully known.

Untitled Friend

He sat quietly with me not saying a word. 

It was the best advice anyone had ever given to me.

Secret Things Box

I designed a series of boxes I entitled "Secret Things" Here is the first one with it's original story from a previous post when it was only and idea on paper.

"This is where I keep the things I hold close to my heart 

when my heart gets too full to hold it all."

Just lost

Sometimes he'd get lost in his thoughts. This time he decided he was just lost.

god

He told us that God was like me only bigger and more experienced. I decided that just wasn't big enough, and besides, I know me too well.

Inflexible

It's not that he was being inflexible, he just preferred things rigid and immovable.

Formalities

It wasn't necessary for us to oblige the formalities of a slow and thoughtful courtship. We knew at once that we would grow old together.

This Place

As I looked around, I asked myself, 

how in the hell did I get into this? 

More importantly, how am I going to get out?

Content to Be

With all the talk of tsunamis, terrorists and the coming eminent financial ruin of the entire known world, Karl was content to just BE.

Emotional Hoarding

It's an addition for emotional hoarding, he said. When you run out of room to stuff things, you just add on.

Sticky Stuff

This is the stuff that makes me stick. It holds me here and keeps me safe, I said, as I carelessly cut away it's fibers.

Keeps it Locked Up Inside

Keeps it locked up tight so that no one can see what is inside.