January 7, 2005

We Oughta Go Skiing

The arctic has farted, and with it comes the ashes of the north - snow.

Imagine 100 people in a room. At any given moment, how many are thinking about sex? How many are thinking about sex with someone outside the room? How many aren't thinking about sex. Perhaps the most important question is: of those who aren't thinking about sex, how many will end up fucking at the end of the night?

I have the intention of going photographing today. I'll plunge my mind into the floodplain and see where the snow has landed in my little chasm of the heart.

Posted by matty-b at January 7, 2005 10:37 AM
Comments

you should post your pictures.

Posted by: michael at January 7, 2005 9:50 PM

WHERE ARE THE PHOTOS???!

this melodrama is justified.
I just want pretty pictures.
Five more shots before I
can develop my current roll.
How I measure my life:
by the roll, by the stanza,
or The Image.

Posted by: caroline at January 9, 2005 1:18 AM