{pout}

The Magic Bathroom | Revisited

Had a mini-sesh with le boy yesterday that turned out to be very similar to one I did a few weeks ago.

There's just something magical that happens in there. I can't explain it.

batter up!

{tuesday}

{some goodness}

{morning songs}

{crazy diamond}

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{mysterious love}

{accomplished}

{look closely}

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{grateful daily | day twenty-two}

today i am grateful for
the twinkly bells
that are the sound of his laughter

{you'll never know, dear}

{when you look back}

love. cuddles. make believe. warmth.

you. me.

this is what i want you to remember. when you look back.

it's us. every day here, in our little family. watching you flourish. astonished.

when you look back, i want you to remember our moments; if not clearly, then remember them as a blur of happiness.

i want your entire childhood to be one delicious blur of happiness.

i want you to know how important you are. i want you to look back and see how your spirit grew, how you became who you are today, someone i don't know yet know, but will never forget.

i want you to love you as much as i love you.

{healing machine}

he says he's got a healing machine
that glows in the dark
glows in the dark

say there's not a lot of me
left anymore
just leave it alone

- tori amos

{faces of love}

{sum of all parts}

{mini photo session}

Protection.

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{don't ever put this body in a casket}

I've been adoring Kimya Dawson for a long time, but today I REALLY listened to this song for the first time.

This song resonates with me SO deeply. I listened to it over and over and over and over and over again.







my head is pounding I can't stop the pounding
I think it is going to explode
and kill everybody who's in close proximity to the place I call my home
and they'll make a moving made for tv movie for Life Time all about my life
that ends with an epitaph one that will make you laugh
that says "great mom okay wife"
at it'll be funny to the people who know me
who know if my body's not burned
my soul will spend an eternity in misery
tethered and bound to this earth
so I'm not a dick or a stick in the mud always ruining things for my friends
I mustn't forget when I see the sun set that tomorrow it will rise again

so I tattoo instructions on my ass
that say "don't ever put this body is a casket
burn it and put the ashes in a basket
and throw them in the Puget Sound
I don't ever want to be under ground"
oh no, oh no

I wearing size thirteen basketball shoes
and laugh at your fishnets
I'm freaked out and fucked up
and I'm standing alone in an alley with you
wanting to show you a cure for your hiccups
but instead I close my eyes
the needles are numbered so I'm writing you letters
and I cannot disguise the fact that I'm nervous when we are together
and so I fantasize
that the nights will get shorter and the days will get better
I feel a kick inside and decide
if this is a girl I'm naming her Heather
she'll look just like you but her hair will be feathered
she'll say how you died before you ever met her
her hair will be feathered

my head is pounding I can't stop the pounding
I think it is going to explode
there are plus and minuses to sinuitus
like sometimes I get to go home
but mostly it hurts so bad I think I'm dying
I just blew my nose and now I feel like crying
and the dreams that I have are all of my past lives
and the seizures would paralyze me in the night
and I wake up clutching my teddy bear tight
I'm drooling and trying to turn on the light
all I can do is hold fast and sit tight
but what if they forget 'cause you know they just might

so I tattoo instructions on my ass
that say "don't ever put this body is a casket
burn it and put the ashes in a basket
and throw them in the Puget Sound
I don't ever want to be under ground"
oh no, oh no

"Underground", Kimya Dawson

Go here and listen to "Underground":

profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile...

(hell, listen to ALL of them).

{when the mind remembers}

wrote this quite a while ago.


the path often changes
as we walk its crooked spine
decisions become heavier
meatier
and regret looms overhead
staring into the face
of its most brazen foe

memory serves to prove
that it wasn't all in vain
that with experience
comes absolution
a bargain for the soul
a meeting of the minds
a sharp stain
on an otherwise unblemished character
a repercussion reminder
that i will readily ignore
when faced with the hope
of a new
resurrection


{image & words copyright jennifer summer 2008}