1:07 a.m. It's late, why am I awake? Ah well. I've been trying to write a poem called epithamalion, firstly because I'm so smart and know neato words; and secondly because I could use the same poem, the same verse form, with all its Sapphic trappings, to accept all these offers of marriage I had gotten one bright day long ago. So,

yes, flood, yes, bicycle,
let us marry,
let's, yes, carry
me cross your
threshold, hold
me tightly
against your shoulders,
raise high the beams of the sky,
oh carpenters, we're marrying

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Ah, well, it's still late. I came here to open my wunderkammer, and show you some photos; all because I had come across this very pretty pic of Stephanie:

most probably taken by this fellow here, Yong:

So I started looking for pictures of my friends, because -- oh yeah: because Glenn and Wendy, who've been dating one another since before the first Gulf War, are finally getting married; and a week after that, Larsen and Ed are getting married. So much matrimony! So much ceremony!

So, so, so... um, yeah, pictures. Here's some. If you are my friend and I don't have a picture of you here, don't take offence; just send me one, clothing optional but braces preferred, and I'll, ummm... do something with it.

Here are some people whom I love.

Clara, Buenos Aires	Valerie
Max	Ludwig
Greti Skala	Kristin

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agriculture poem

my life in the ghost of Bush

time-lapsed (part 1)

unreconciled

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Images are taken without permission from the fine and trusting folks at Folk Arts of Poland; please purchase something from them. Background music stolen without permission from Epitonic, Basta Music, and just about everywhere else my unscrupulous hands could grab something. No rights reserved.

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