2.28.2007
2.23.2007
Poem by Truitt =)
In times through waste and drift and sand
See arcadias of love waiting in your hand
Songs of life, wanting and love
You truly have fallen from Heaven above
For angels are not homesick when you are near
They are among their own and hold you dear
Your beauty exceeds the ages, for centuries to come
Completing my being, my life has begun
Arias fill every breath you take
Exhaling melodies that make me ache
You occupy my every dream, my every thought
You are pure happiness, all I've ever sought
I've waited a lifetime, perhaps even more
To find you here at life's open door.
1.10.2007
I'm gettin' hitched! =)
I couldn't have said it better, so I am going to do a little cut-n-paste action from Truitts blog:
Yes, it is true...all the e-mail rumors and such running rampant are correct. Annie bonked me over the head and convinced me to marry her while we spent her birthday weekend in Vegas. ;) I asked on one knee in front of Bellagio's dancing water fountains at exactly 10:00p. Delirious with delight (or fright...lol), she couldn't answer me. Finally, she said "yes", and all was right with the world. Many of the passerbys cheered and cars stopped to take pictures. Truly an incredible moment and the best one of my life, until this summer when she finally becomes my wife (I'm a poet...). Kudos go to my new fiance. I now have the pleasure of being partners with the most wonderous woman in the world.
Couldn't have asked for a better birthday present than that! He amazes me each and every day with his humility, thoughtfulness, kindness, intellegence, and adoration. We're going to shoot for June 30th, and are planning on honeymooning in Eastern Europe. I'll have to keep you posted with pics and such in the months to come! =)
12.15.2006
Blue October
How am I supposed to breathe?
I try to relax. I touch your still frame,
So I can watch you closer
And study the ways I believe I belong to you,
to you.
I scratch at your waist line,
your doll hair
I dig up the thought of how your eyes glow
So I make you my religion, my collision, my escape goat
So have I found your secret weak spot, baby?
Can you pretend I'm amazing?
I can pretend I'm amazing...Instead of what we both know
Instead of what we both know
I cut to the punch line baby
Can we pretend I'm amazing
Instead of what we both know
Now our history is for sale
And for that I apoligize
You see you're my only know how
The study of when I believed I belonged to you
to you
You see I've made you into something delicious,
My sweet ghost
So have I found your secret weak spot, baby?
12.06.2006
Late night poetry run...
Night has fallen
on the day
on my room
on me
And where is my love
but alas I fear
not near
enough
inside me.
I dream of his scent
Lillies tucked behind each earlobe
rose blooms strewn across his chest
Honeysuckle lips
and Magnolia sweet finger tips.
I'll bide time away
Stitching him a purple robe
waiting for him to return.
Annie
12.05.2006
| Your Aura is Blue |
 You are very giving of yourself. And it's hard for you to let go of relationships. The purpose of your life: showing love to other people Famous blues include: Angelina Jolie, the Dali Lama, Oprah Careers for you to try: Psychic, Peace Corps Volunteer, Counselor |
12.04.2006
Ode to the Road Crossing Chicken...
Plato: For the greater good.
Karl Marx: It was a historical inevitability.
Machiavelli: So that its subjects will view it with admiration, as a chicken which has the daring and courage to boldly cross the road, but also with fear, for whom among them has the strength to contend with such a paragon of avian virtue? In such a manner is the princely chicken's dominion maintained.
Jacques Derrida:
Any number of contending discourses may be discovered within the act of the chicken crossing the road, and each interpretation is equally valid as the authorial intent can never be discerned, because structuralism is DEAD, DAMMIT, DEAD!
Timothy Leary: Because that's the only kind of trip the Establishment would let it take.
Douglas Adams: Forty-two.
Nietzsche: Because if you gaze too long across the Road, the Road gazes also across you.
Oliver North: National Security was at stake.
B.F. Skinner: Because the external influences which had pervaded its sensorium from birth had caused it to develop in such a fashion that it would tend to cross roads, even while believing these actions to be of its own free will.
Carl Jung: The confluence of events in the cultural gestalt necessitated that individual chickens cross roads at this historical juncture, and therefore synchronicitously brought such occurrences into being.
Jean-Paul Sartre: In order to act in good faith and be true to itself, the chicken found it necessary to cross the road.
Ludwig Wittgenstein: The possibility of "crossing" was encoded into the objects "chicken" and "road", and circumstances came into being which caused the actualization of this potential occurrence.
Albert Einstein:
Whether the chicken crossed the road or the road crossed the chicken depends upon your frame of reference.
Aristotle: To actualize its potential.
Buddha: If you ask this question, you deny your own chicken- nature.
Salvador Dali: The Fish.
Darwin: It was the logical next step after coming down from the trees.
Emily Dickinson: Because it could not stop for death.
Epicurus: For fun.
Ralph Waldo Emerson: It didn't cross the road; it transcended it.
Johann von Goethe: The eternal hen-principle made it do it.
Ernest Hemingway: To die. In the rain.
Werner Heisenberg: We are not sure which side of the road the chicken was on, but it was moving very fast.
David Hume: Out of custom and habit.
Jack Nicholson: 'Cause it (censored) wanted to. That's the (censored) reason.
Pyrrho the Skeptic: What road?
Ronald Reagan: I forget.
Henry David Thoreau: To live deliberately ... and suck all the marrow out of life.
Mark Twain: The news of its crossing has been greatly exaggerated.
Zeno of Elea: To prove it could never reach the other side.
Wordsworth: To wander lonely as a cloud.
Blake: To see heaven in a wild fowl.
Dr Johnson: Sir, had you known the Chicken for as long as I have, you would not so readily enquire, but feel rather the Need to resist such a public Display of your own lamentable and incorrigible Ignorance.
Oscar Wilde: Why, indeed? One's social engagements whilst in town ought never expose one to such barbarous inconvenience - although, perhaps, if one must cross a road, one may do far worse than to cross it as the chicken in question.
Kafka: Hardly the most urgent enquiry to make of a low-grade insurance clerk who woke up that morning as a hen.
Swift: It is, of course, inevitable that such a loathsome, filth-ridden and degraded creature as Man should assume to question the actions of one in all respects his superior.
Macbeth: To have turned back were as tedious as to go o'er.
Freud: An die andere Seite zu kommen. (Much laughter)
Hamlet: That is not the question.
Donne: It crosseth for thee.
12.02.2006
11.28.2006
Clematis heraceilofolia
The dark need no longer cause you fear 11.24.2006
New Tattoo Idea
Ok, I think I know what my next tattoo is going to be. I've been thinking about this for a while now, and I have decided to get all of my babies thumbprints tattooed on either my arm or back. I don't imagine it costing much more than 65 bucks or so-meaning I can hopefully get it done soon. I hope everyone had a enjoyable Thanksgiving, and spent meaningful time with people you love. I certainly did. Goodnight.
11.20.2006
11.15.2006
To my Cyber Stalker:
Dear "Anonymous" poster and your band of Merry Men,
I have designed for you a handy warning sticker for those that come in contact with you in the future. Please print this post out, cut out the picture shown above, and super glue to your forehead. It will save the rest of us valuable time when trying to figure out what abomination of life we happen to have stumbled upon.
Hugs and Kisses,
Queen Annie
Wheeee...look at me.
My new hair cut...yes I did it myself. (Notice the extreeeemely uneven bangs, hehe.)
