tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34951152178454520902024-02-06T22:32:15.612-08:00ecomiumif i cld treat you right i wld i promisehardyfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11124836171083026130noreply@blogger.comBlogger62125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495115217845452090.post-17278177596123865182011-08-13T09:52:00.001-07:002011-08-13T09:52:09.999-07:00<u>you too, moon</u> (or, xoxo)
<br />
<br /><em>composer:
<br /></em>hardy f
<br />
<br />for ::
<br />reckoning
<br />white beer
<br />"romantic, not disgusting, yet"
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />--
<br />MANGOLIA
<br />
<br />Sunday afternoons at yr bedroom window
<br />watch yr hips grind to th CBC
<br />there in yr garden
<br />at th’end of july
<br />
<br />th world is no better than a case
<br />th city drifts away
<br />sweating yet coasting
<br />casting a shadow
<br />
<br />--
<br />ERIKA TH WHITE
<br />
<br />she knows black-and-tan pours
<br />were something I could never master. she
<br />walks my body and leaves me
<br />sitting in a pub, lake above, drinking pints
<br />of guilt
<br />
<br />since when did VIP mean a matress w/o sheets in the middle of a dance floor
<br />
<br />she says it’s sick and over b/c I am so mad,
<br />full of unprincipled schemes and I won’t be coming
<br />home tonight. I believe it’s over
<br />because I filmd it w/o saying
<br />
<br />I threw her nipples in th lake so
<br />deep in th breast milk as I could come
<br />but she in viking gown
<br />as if some lover hunter
<br />came back to rub me out
<br />
<br />lower back tattoo shuffling down
<br />to th watering hole
<br />floating on her lake. she’s
<br />barely out of her mother’s pussy
<br />and already talks of marriage
<br />and I came already once in her lakewater
<br />
<br />it is astonishing
<br />but I cannot fall asleep in her black hair. a
<br />cinnamonlioness w/ smoke eyes floating
<br />around in my come lake
<br />but already came
<br />and she has this yeah
<br />yeah yeah
<br />rooted so deep
<br />
<br />--
<br />ALLERGIES SUCK
<br />
<br />I rubbed lobster stock
<br />on my cock
<br />sher lips swelled
<br />when she gave me head
<br />
<br />
<br />--
<br />OMERTA
<br />
<br /><em>- have you had any animal experiences?
<br />- yes</em>
<br />
<br />this poem is about regression and how
<br />regession and I pulld th lime over her red
<br />Queen Charlotte hair
<br />
<br />this poem is about th local honey trade
<br />and how there are about five stages to grieving
<br />that need open space
<br />like an omlette on a white plate
<br />
<br />this is where I regress so much so
<br />that her omlettes still make me sad
<br />
<br />this is where I’ll be right w/ you after
<br />I feel th strength
<br />of strong beer from Quebec. for instance,
<br />this week I don’t care
<br />in rapids down a red river
<br />
<br />this is where I resolve to be
<br />an honest flowerman and start eating / stop
<br />eating so much sausage and drink strong
<br />beer from Quebec until I passes out
<br />
<br />these old photos show Canada
<br />all around us. we had so much in common
<br />w/ those dead ships in Georgian Bay
<br />and it’s not just th fact that I ended
<br />up at th bottom of all this
<br />
<br />--
<br />Dasha, I cldnt help but ask
<br />what is th right age
<br />to be fistd
<br />
<br />--
<br />STILL BIRTH IN A FIELD
<br />
<br />th night is as dark as th whole shit
<br />and I’m heading out to kill myself
<br />a calf to keep under th sheets
<br />next to my family history
<br />
<br />th night is white Germanic wrath
<br />frozen and distant but smacking me
<br />on th head, slowing me down --
<br />a song w/ steps but no synths
<br />
<br />I was just keeping my mouth shut
<br />spreading my legs for work and liver-caring
<br />for th cycles of black eyes
<br />that send me North Sea herring
<br />
<br />light and heat were paid
<br />but frantic chemicals past dusk
<br />sent me swimming on horseback
<br />beaneath spiralling towers of bone
<br />
<br />th’ancient matrix, streaked w-perversion
<br />and strength. my knees buckle at th thought
<br />of moving forward, so I change course
<br />to a time
<br />when veteranians were gods and on th ready
<br />
<br />--
<br />NEVER KNEW UNCONDITIONAL BEFORE
<br />
<br />What happened to Jainism?
<br />I even stopped eating butterflies for you
<br />and developed a pattern deficiency
<br />in the process
<br />
<br />new connections in communication
<br />
<br />You fed me black pills th last dedicate after the Odepus had died down in a radio death common broadcast no, but th problem is your fucked is not necessarily my fucked, unless of course we are fucking, no longer a subjective ceremony looked at each other Carrying groceries cold hands As an h intellectual I stated plainly stated they wld much prefer independent cold mouths
<br />
<br />and locks actorCome out white. Where is this non-violence you promised me were Warsaw flowers astle / cottage / gallows We, that celebate dog-sleep you pland for us. and you came home w/ a perfect man named Job. As for your question -- Yes, one day you will be fucked, and sharing an internal space and on your face
<br />
<br />--
<br />YO LOV
<br />
<br />believe me I said to her
<br />breeding is perfectly natural
<br />on a first date
<br />on a dirty carpet
<br />
<br />
<br />--
<br />SILENIGHT Chirstmas 2009
<br />
<br />I press shift and nothing happens.
<br />O holy night I drink a finger of scotch
<br />and nothing happens. All is calm and
<br />all is darkly circling and I think of a friend
<br />in th north. I press love and all is bright. I
<br />have a another finger and virgins gather. I
<br />hang my head and start counting the shepherd’s flock. Nearby
<br />on a table goose liver is gently crossing rye bread. Th
<br />sheperd lifts his feet in a way so seductive the holy infant sings.
<br />In heavnly peace and holiness I
<br />cannot get enough silent
<br />
<br />--
<br />RUSSIA (you walk a little slow with your pants around your knees)
<br />
<br />Sitting there in her orange push-up bra I unleashed an intense pattern of words designed to hurt her. Persimmon! Dior! Honeymoon! Slave Lake! Felt it
<br />might keep her close. th golden
<br />doorknobs unturned
<br />like yolks outside th future
<br />
<br />bring dior goth small white persimmon russia cherrywood golden doorknob. like yolks, or suns,
<br />or oranges
<br />
<br />sleeping in my truck next to the Thompson River (thanks life)
<br />listz staring at my camera w-green eyes. german expressionism had already made a mess of my sheets and now life ahead violently then attacked by police.
<br />Gasp. God. why can't
<br />tonight stone and wood be
<br />
<br />I'm testing my body for snowflakes. open and hair, golden as urine
<br />in like th sun. her shoulders. wodka, god, work wine, some more god
<br />“the problem love are the best things in the world… being overconfident you attract a lot of women and they get mad and frustrated at faith . . you have no want some stavanger glamour her life idea what will happen to a woman . . . I think I know
<br />
<br />
<br />--
<br />love holic
<br />
<br />no matter how hard you work
<br />you are still a victim. blood is
<br />
<br />she inserts her name
<br />sucks a joint
<br />through her canines
<br />drinks red wine
<br />th skinny truth so thin
<br />
<br />I, morning, drinking,
<br />will, try, to be, there, for you.
<br />using th best reasons I can
<br />
<br />made a suicide
<br />pact w/ salmon. feelings, feelings, feelings
<br />
<br />hands dirty from digging potatoes
<br />beckoning her every Chanel channel
<br />every time I raise my hand
<br />a killer whale surfaces
<br />
<br />
<br />say denile five times fast
<br />
<br />breeding white dukes in denial. These men
<br />who emerge from my body and become heroes,
<br />great writers. and last out is this
<br />dirty animal is a love song and red lips
<br />
<br />
<br />--
<br />POETTA GRIM
<br />
<br />Poet means you’re deadkissin boys up by th paddlewheel on a –30 Prince George night. on th clock and wasted around kissin dead boys to entertain your tora de amo / rapping
<br />
<br />your cold fingers on th young hims from th reading. using a thin layer of elbow grease to open th gaps you perceive in their minds & circling like a rooster of dawnless choke / but poet
<br />
<br />you dream sir that you are a salmon struggling gently in a marinade of dill and such. or a glass of chardonnay sweating b/w th fingers of a woman’s right hand
<br />
<br />oh yer frozen river lacks punctuation at yer
<br />fishing hole dangling th line again thinking abt last year’s collapse & this year’s complexion. thinking abt buying a round for th’oily friends clining to yer back
<br />
<br />-- say, hardy, can you take th salmon out of the marinade & pour me another glass of wine ?
<br />
<br />ah, this date so perfect I stare across her lovely backyard and compose a poem abt stuffing her asshole w/ th fresh mint that grows so silently nearby
<br />
<br />oh poet forget abt th sunset dram, th 808 synth blues, th live lobster, th sliced lemon, th seawater subjects, th Carver kitchen, th garlic stems, th young cocks,
<br />th love fines, th damage done, th station pain, th prime rib and pinot noir kisses, th warho seeds, th avocado scars
<br />
<br />forget abt them you you have enough hairy holes & limp lines to perform
<br />another poem for these Prince George boys /
<br />hurrah !
<br />
<br />
<br />--
<br />EGGS
<br />
<br />Juicy Christ is crawling on th carpet
<br />practically draak
<br />coverd in hair
<br />and morning light
<br />
<br />last night
<br />we chased th goat
<br />er
<br />we watchd war movies
<br />er
<br />we jerkd each other off
<br />
<br />we listend
<br />to throat singers
<br />they are th best
<br />
<br />c’mon. . . work that ass, Juicy
<br />
<br />crawling around
<br />on th living room floor. watching you
<br />is like making love
<br />
<br />man, I thought I told you
<br />we are just eggs
<br />coverd in hair. get up. you promised
<br />you cld handle
<br />seeing my cock
<br />
<br />--
<br />TH GOAL IS TO GET MORE HERRING PEOPLE FROM MY GENERATION INTOhardyfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11124836171083026130noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495115217845452090.post-90224973259497484982007-12-25T21:36:00.000-08:002007-12-25T21:54:35.624-08:00goodnight father christmas<span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;">two percocet. three glasses of cab</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;">sav. two episodes of grey's</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;">anatomy [ I can't believe he</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;">crash. ] </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;">two t-threes. th close quarters </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;">of because. three lakes. seventeen</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;">candles. one rusting cross</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;">on my neck. one black</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;">rise. twenty-eight points. three-methyl-</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;">oxymorphone kisses on my red bag. one swastika</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;">misshapen. th hound</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;">is awake </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;">one more glass</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;">down another night. and th wall, do</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000099;">not forget th [ black blanket ] </span><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000099;">wall</span>hardyfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11124836171083026130noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495115217845452090.post-53725951322547057442007-12-13T17:21:00.000-08:002007-12-13T17:29:28.259-08:00his balls<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000066;">he possesses awesome balls</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000066;">balls as beautiful and clear as rainwater</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"><br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000066;">there is artistry in th unfolding of his balls</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"><br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000066;">balls that shake us like a death in th family</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"><br /></span></div>hardyfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11124836171083026130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495115217845452090.post-45550691436106257632007-09-13T19:59:00.000-07:002007-09-13T20:28:50.174-07:00convo w-GP circa 2007 fireside [sweetwater]<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOvHE9adALiZSeGEl951kgpAQargkL3-6uh8F9uYmD0AvzMxKcC-nhe6ImZmDavh3PxsTrckZsulmxyCfMJ73DKGZU0OW5COwWcYMD87ffCg7QMBQjL8DFD6wCRUlVYmJj0NvhkEBOwrrZ/s1600-h/gh.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109896110797549250" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6Ttho52nahwEGza3PJ5JwkN2qMRBHdpEJEpOWOdFSFTzHBkKjfZ6pdG21dMxkFDhP1rQY4fAIt9EZdLu24UMXUHzWrbTcGAjlTz7ObrF7e8Tide4jMUmfhBcmSkcI432ZfDLqsLtFfUkM/s400/see.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>hardyfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11124836171083026130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495115217845452090.post-5601352656143010762007-08-06T09:39:00.000-07:002007-08-06T09:40:46.561-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJoh80GyEx7DBL7Jr31329htKYFieaHbgUK4DYAGmv4jN-UEtm4-wyCZVJYVIZ6XoYDCH5IuycdL7OtnkVp1fmeF_yO4bUKT194osCmv6HzXZUq1XzjwLVu8eK7-N0Z5MPQf5eFdYfIKgM/s1600-h/P1090704.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095628392341430642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJoh80GyEx7DBL7Jr31329htKYFieaHbgUK4DYAGmv4jN-UEtm4-wyCZVJYVIZ6XoYDCH5IuycdL7OtnkVp1fmeF_yO4bUKT194osCmv6HzXZUq1XzjwLVu8eK7-N0Z5MPQf5eFdYfIKgM/s400/P1090704.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>hardyfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11124836171083026130noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495115217845452090.post-14823208621484635872007-08-05T21:29:00.000-07:002007-08-05T21:39:37.897-07:00every day / any more<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"><strong>th way I see it I got three choices</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"><strong>th way I see it I got three choices</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"><strong>th way I see it I got three choices</strong></span><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000066;">/ or I cld jump out</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000066;">my first story</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000066;">window -- or </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000066;">lack </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000066;">there </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000066;">of </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000066;">it</span></strong>hardyfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11124836171083026130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495115217845452090.post-87302718627330003502007-08-04T21:22:00.000-07:002007-08-04T21:41:40.699-07:00114<span style="font-family:times new roman;">th lemons that are not for children. my best<br /><br />shot is I will </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">sleep until september. I need a change<br /><br />of scenery. high school was not<br /><br />as easy as it sounds. one breath after another after</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">listening </span><span style="font-family:times new roman;">to enough graham parsons to kill a lover. guido<br /><br />addd a little piece of history & we ate it w-<br /><br />creme fraiche & chives. garden fresh stella -- "go there & have a pint<br /><br />for me."</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">I can’t write fighting<br /><br />these tomatos...<br /><br />regrets? yea -- every single<br /><br />day ( I’m not even<br /><br />that sex-crazed -- th giver, th<br /><br />clash [long distance callers make</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">long distance calls] are everything as usual </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">for th first time you feel again. I leave early b-c</span><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">I don’t want to be left. fighting one<br /><br />on one ( wrap my arms around<br /><br />her neck her neck -- th’arms I use I use to cut meat<br /><br />& open wine. a place open until 3 a.m.</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">where I think I am laughing</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">blue</span>hardyfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11124836171083026130noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495115217845452090.post-2417668733747736042007-08-04T11:38:00.002-07:002007-08-04T11:57:34.686-07:00M-K Artist Camp<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">FORT ST JOHN -- Artists partaking in the Muskwa Kechika (M-K) Artist Camp set off into the wilderness on Friday morning, and this year the journey is marked by a strong First Nations element.<br />The camp, now in its second year, takes 12 artists from across Canada and for one week sets them in the heart of the M-K where they travel by horse, cook over an open fire and let loose their creative minds.<br />Organizer and poet Donna Kane said that given the rich art and cultural importance of the M-K to First Nations it was a natural combination.<br />“Last year we were unable to get any First Nations artists in time, so this year we are really excited about it,” she said, as vehicles were packed before the group set off to Muncho Lake, where they’ll fly in by floatplane.<br />The five First Nations participants include Brian Jungen, the internationally acclaimed artist who has Dunne-za roots in the region and now resides in Vancouver.<br />“Brian is from our community and he’s always had that spirit of environmental issues and recycling ideas…I think it’ll be very interesting to see what he creates because his art is on an international level,” said Gary Oker, who is also on the journey.<br />Jungen, who went to camp a day early, is perhaps best known for the “Prototypes of New Understanding” series, in which he reworks objects into art form – such as aboriginal masks assembled from Nike Air Jordan shoes.<br />While representing nature through art is a central part of the experience, Oker also wants to develop the idea of environmental awareness in his work.<br />“How do we, as artists, create environmental awareness using art instead of preaching to people about it? I have this idea about the science of indigenous knowledge…and that’s what I’m formulating right now,” he said.<br />Saskatoon poet Laura Edna Lacey said she’s not sure what she’ll be holding after a week in the wilderness, but she’s looking forward to connecting with other artists and sharing the experience.<br />“I’m not sure how busy and active we’ll be and how much time we’ll have to sit around and write. I may come out with a pile of rough notes, or I may come out with a pile of ideas,” she said.<br />Photographer Wayne Sawchuk is co-organizing the camp and was in a week early to get packhorses ready and set up the camp, which is on the shores of Mayfield Lake.<br />The work produced from the camp will go into an art show that will travel the region next spring.</span></div>hardyfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11124836171083026130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495115217845452090.post-67208390956117304472007-07-28T21:04:00.000-07:002007-08-06T14:47:25.849-07:00borderside (from th lakeside sessions)<span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;">wood and margaritas says here<br /><br />are only cool kids. a Jackson<br /><br />Triggs kind of evening says<br /><br />solo style / rock on<br /><br />just abt to fire up october road. had a wonderful…<br /><br />wood says it cld be even better. I’ve also been in<br /><br />to th wine. in th dead of night, solo style says<br /><br />to fall asleep w-perfect. ha ha…<br /><br />to be honest says I feel so confused. th word is screaming –<br /><br />sounds amazing, says, I was drinking yellowtail tonight. that’s<br /><br />for you, that dream<br /><br />says ( shiraz or merlot or buffalos ) why is<br /><br />british columbia so fucking big</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc0000;"></span>hardyfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11124836171083026130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495115217845452090.post-57573592508875163932007-07-28T12:52:00.000-07:002007-07-28T12:55:01.652-07:00second annual Paddle for the Peace<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXFvkdR_gvy37KTwBLlNHUK8LEs9OXVePdn_MBwX5Uf4zeX5LQMQasLv0InU0ub4pr6zN0z3TrXtk3r4B-U2JrBJHY4HtPdUOyfNIArC3Y_P21wnRDVR_yOjIgxd2Jm-FAfSq4cP3jEmVd/s1600-h/save.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092338640666222946" 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href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcYUApBUdcFzFMsIvoPJtnob2wr8hvcA0F5tWb0z6-seYSu4-9MCCcokt9R8XudK0DeKpXM6ntOGjnlep-DVjsi35vRyqSMeJad30JCZYqr_67wG0va68vIK1EdRJUoVpSBhHfAU5JiwQe/s1600-h/paddle.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092338258414133570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcYUApBUdcFzFMsIvoPJtnob2wr8hvcA0F5tWb0z6-seYSu4-9MCCcokt9R8XudK0DeKpXM6ntOGjnlep-DVjsi35vRyqSMeJad30JCZYqr_67wG0va68vIK1EdRJUoVpSBhHfAU5JiwQe/s200/paddle.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div>hardyfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11124836171083026130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495115217845452090.post-75825432998493595012007-07-28T11:52:00.000-07:002007-07-29T15:36:22.892-07:00electro-dream(or, th spaces b-w her toes are like freeways)<pre><span style="font-family:times new roman;">if you love me<br />if you leave me I hope you live forever then</span></pre><pre><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> or maybe me drink talk a little so<br /> less afraid right now. they</span></pre><pre><span style="font-family:times new roman;">are with their father</span></pre><pre><span style="font-family:webdings;">8</span></pre><pre><span style="font-family:times new roman;">in th garden of myself<br />was an assault</span></pre><pre><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> th suspects peeld back my skin<br /> and I flew </span></pre><pre><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> I maybe. light bones</span></pre><pre><span style="font-family:times new roman;">I am a strong girl<br />I am a strong girl<br />I am a strong girl<br />I am a strong girl<br />I am a strong girl<br />I am a strong girl</span></pre><pre><span style="font-family:webdings;">8</span></pre><pre><span style="font-family:times new roman;">you are seeing things (contact</span></pre><pre><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> and you say th things<br /> you see</span></pre><pre><span style="font-family:times new roman;">are free<br />?</span></pre><pre><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> a skinhead bathroom corpse<br /> a green apple soakd in bleach</span></pre><pre><span style="font-family:times new roman;">doth<br />oth<br />h<br />*cough – jesus christ, billy, we smoke</span></pre><pre><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span> </pre><pre><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> <span style="font-family:webdings;">8</span> hah, we make music videos<br /> w-our teeth</span></pre><pre><span style="font-family:times new roman;">see you later<br />sleeping paradox (vid eados / drrty</span></pre><pre><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> my last chance was<br /> a teenage trampoline orgy</span></pre><pre><span style="font-family:times new roman;">my first sexual experience was<br />weird</span></pre><pre><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span> <span style="font-family:times new roman;"> I am a scared animal<br /> I am a scared animal<br /> I am a scared animal<br /> I am a scared animal</span></pre><pre><span style="font-family:webdings;">8</span></pre><pre><span style="font-family:times new roman;">maybe did you see<br />this morning </span></pre><pre><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> a red mothe dream<br /> a blue berry nightmare</span></pre><pre><span style="font-family:times new roman;">wake up<br />this morning in bondage</span></pre><pre><span style="font-family:times new roman;">and taste th’oh yeah of last night</span></pre><pre><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> you wrote that drunk<br /> so I met th love</span></pre><pre><span style="font-family:webdings;">8</span></pre><pre><span style="font-family:times new roman;">so I work eight hours a day<br />what<br />th<br />fuck<br />do I do<br />now<br />huh<br />?</span></pre>hardyfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11124836171083026130noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495115217845452090.post-72488415839706630482007-07-24T18:32:00.000-07:002007-07-25T21:46:47.459-07:00I was going nowhere when<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMUZeg59t2nccHBv2otAobLnsl1T7AzKg75mhaQCvgSmLT6IMljKAvJwWALOyJsL74QQftep411PFdW3PUUD2orGyXqVspjqQzHrWVhiJyk9y1XPA7WfHDtlXnKaqyHgXbh4ea0ADcNkRS/s1600-h/body.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090941818517315890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMUZeg59t2nccHBv2otAobLnsl1T7AzKg75mhaQCvgSmLT6IMljKAvJwWALOyJsL74QQftep411PFdW3PUUD2orGyXqVspjqQzHrWVhiJyk9y1XPA7WfHDtlXnKaqyHgXbh4ea0ADcNkRS/s200/body.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><pre><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong>to th cop that pulld me over<br /><br />on my regrets. “we’re no one w-o some<br />one, he said, th memories in my head<br />straight lines and a new moon. he gave me a ticket for going<br /><br />so slow</strong></span></pre><pre><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong> devil beside me on th’alaska highway<br /> when I’ve been drinking. th lake<br /> lines are quiet and I’ll just<br /> keep</strong></span></pre><pre><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong> to meet you </strong></span></pre><pre><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong>so far I’ve had more than enough time to kill,<br />confess, or in th city lights<br />change. but how can we<br />forget what I did last weekend. just b-c<br />some people can start over again --</strong></span></pre><pre><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong> get tickets and pay them. or do th time<br /></strong></span></pre><pre><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong><br /> closer to you</strong></span></pre><pre><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">*</span></strong></pre><pre><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">you dont have to understand me -- just hear me out</span></strong></pre><pre><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"> give me a ticket and move on</span></strong></pre></div>hardyfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11124836171083026130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495115217845452090.post-63266407859633084162007-07-21T11:51:00.001-07:002007-07-23T13:40:34.099-07:00modern day conservation<span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;">I went to save th Peace River</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;">w-Starbucks and sparkling</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000099;">water</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000099;"></span>hardyfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11124836171083026130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495115217845452090.post-65041178103809253732007-07-17T21:29:00.000-07:002007-07-21T11:30:03.602-07:00la carovana della violenza [outake no. 27]<pre><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;">you said you want me to be more like stalin</span></pre><pre><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"> and push yr hunger around a bit</span></pre><pre><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;">pound you w-my hammer eyes<br />all into th night </span></pre><pre><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"> and easy comes,<br /> easy goes, easy flashes me<br /> her pussy from beneath<br /> a white bathrobe</span></pre><pre><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"> and locks th bathroom door</span></pre><pre><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"> leaves me in there w-nothing<br /> but th smell her shaving cream</span></pre><pre><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"> see what mascara looks like on me)</span></pre><pre><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;">it's you mirror you and me</span></pre><pre><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;">*</span></pre><pre><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"> maybe ill sleep on th couch</span></pre><pre><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;">on th fence </span></pre><pre><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"> so what kind of person am-i </span></pre><pre><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;">w-th nut suckd right out of me</span></pre><pre><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;">words worth punches wheat blonde ale</span></pre><pre><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;">it's you mirror you and me</span></pre><pre><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"> "come in me / im scared</span></pre>hardyfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11124836171083026130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495115217845452090.post-73409297385229967652007-07-11T23:29:00.001-07:002007-07-11T23:29:25.565-07:00b antisocial [from "th bp sessions"]<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/7EjFSahoScE' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/7EjFSahoScE'/></object></p></div>hardyfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11124836171083026130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495115217845452090.post-88528548397262990922007-07-08T19:33:00.000-07:002007-07-08T19:35:15.095-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjjaHbhRMvkg30b0XpxQy2qv9sY8_AYCyamvXvnIB4gMwvB0vnQbj1nakw5OqbjNxKJ84g9XLINp6rfkZlK_XQSvu1u8r-bckTCLasU0jQtrAxcWLHgHuQRDLR1mtMjctsLYdnVNpnWDpI/s1600-h/quintette1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085019952214887554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjjaHbhRMvkg30b0XpxQy2qv9sY8_AYCyamvXvnIB4gMwvB0vnQbj1nakw5OqbjNxKJ84g9XLINp6rfkZlK_XQSvu1u8r-bckTCLasU0jQtrAxcWLHgHuQRDLR1mtMjctsLYdnVNpnWDpI/s400/quintette1.jpg" border="0" /></a>hardyfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11124836171083026130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495115217845452090.post-85222989765800391922007-07-08T18:36:00.000-07:002007-07-11T18:24:34.821-07:00<a href="http://www.donnakane.com/news.php"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Donna Kane</span></a><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> has some interesting new posts on her site, including Barry McKinnon in Whitehorse & the next round of Muskwa Kechika artists. & in case you've been living b/w the scales of a snake, Ken Belford is <a href="http://www.itsstillwinter.com/">here.</span></a>hardyfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11124836171083026130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495115217845452090.post-52024512541541731102007-07-08T17:33:00.001-07:002007-07-08T17:40:04.921-07:00<em><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">this weekend I learnd </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">that sitting around a campfire </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">gives other people</span> <span style="font-size:85%;">a lot of time </span></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">to analyze your life</span><br /></span></em><br /><br /><br /><a 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/><div></div>hardyfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11124836171083026130noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495115217845452090.post-49464306016037301632007-07-07T18:42:00.000-07:002007-07-07T19:09:47.734-07:00<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL1YeVb7j6JPnJOSn3wiGzPNMddfiVtMCU0ihxmxq1IjdIOts_kR3NZ3iPVpjrCl47B5f8yZexuPhTkI8gVqbeDmxCbKaBoPdgn3W7MVhZSHHClojZBywxQ49Svln3LRUUeI56ze6ESkAJ/s1600-h/harris.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084635733030521890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL1YeVb7j6JPnJOSn3wiGzPNMddfiVtMCU0ihxmxq1IjdIOts_kR3NZ3iPVpjrCl47B5f8yZexuPhTkI8gVqbeDmxCbKaBoPdgn3W7MVhZSHHClojZBywxQ49Svln3LRUUeI56ze6ESkAJ/s400/harris.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I can't wait until John gets to the part about mosquitos</span></em> </div><div align="center">[ <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">reading Above the Falls; Kinuseo Falls, campsite 25 ]</span></div>hardyfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11124836171083026130noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495115217845452090.post-59196663894708457042007-07-05T19:50:00.000-07:002007-07-07T18:18:04.056-07:00who cannot be named under th young offenders act<span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;">I fell for you in court when you appeard<br />via video from th youth correctional centre<br />in prince george. you sat there<br />in a small grey room while th crown<br />went over th details of a fight<br />in th parking lot of th local mall<br />where you beat th shit outta some girl<br /><br />who pressd charges, and th judge<br /></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;">sentenced you to time served<br />(which turnd out to be more than you woulda gotten anyways)<br />and you smiled w-blonde hair covering<br />your eyes. and th warden said he’d leave you<br />at th gates<br /><br />I knew those gates out in th woods. and you lookd away<br /></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;">from th camera like th ride was over<br /><br />th judge askd if you had someone to pick you up<br />b/c a young girl on th side of a highway and then<br /></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;">alone at a greyhound station<br />is never a good idea, but th camera had turnd off<br /><br />so I left court and got in my truck w-o thinking<br />because I could be there in five hours<br /><br />because somehow we were in th same place and<br /></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;">I told myself it could work if we </span><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;">just </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;">went from there<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;">you have no criminal record </span><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;">and don’t worry </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;">I’m on my way. when everyone has gone home </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;">and th haircuts are expensive, I’m leaving town </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;">and heading west. </span><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;">red eyes on a smoggy morning<br /></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"><br /><span style="font-family:webdings;">6<br /></span><br /></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;">if she doesn’t change,<br />how am I going to explain th shotgun<br /><br />wedding. fully loadd and on a faint trail<br />along th banks of th nechako. and she’s got a black<br />bear in her mouth, and my heart is attachd to a human<br />skeleton<br /><br />at a point, we could just never meet </span><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;">and thereby be real -- </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;">or else,</span> <span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;">you could get into my truck... </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;">but how many people that pass you by on th highway<br />won't have that same thought before I get there</span>hardyfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11124836171083026130noreply@blogger.com0