while we were in wichita i made one of my quintessential lame throw back jokes "we're on the prairie where is that little house"

nobody laughed but i found out that it was in independence, kansas, which we just so happened to be driving through on our way to chase and apnea's...to the little house we went for some g rated fun

but it was closed and there was nobody there, so we decided to do what we always do...desecrate some childhood memories by forever associating them with boobs...off came amy's shirt in front of the historic home of laura engels wilder and snap came the polaroids

digital too

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i asked amy if i could use her camera today, she said yeah

so i told her to get naked

trying to capture a shot of the negative on a polaroid is tough

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sometimes i don't feel like focusing, get sick of retouching, work, focus, and all of the inorganic parts of taking a photo.

sometimes i just want to see color and shape

i think its best when the model doesn't realize this, it just seems like i'm shooting very fast

and i am, but i get to focus on something more than focus

its nice to get away from everything you'd seemingly want in a photo, with fantastic equipment available and lenses that capture split ends, and just enjoy color...its what everything looks like when you wake up after falling asleep with your contacts in.

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So Corwin wants to get two runes tattooed into his palms. Nauthiz (patience) and Tiwaz (righteousness):

And I can’t help but wonder what it would be like to have my skin touched by palms like that. Palms that have patience and righteousness embedded in them. I just misspelled and instead of palms it said psalms and somehow my subconscious is on the same track as my conscious for once and so I’m back to wondering about the idea of benediction, my bene-diction, my “good word” (?).

Would those things rub off onto me? Things that I can’t decide if I need or not?

I’m not talking ink here, or sweat, or jizz, or whatever else comes from palms. Would I now be able to say “I’ve been caressed by patience and righteousness” the way jesus freaks talk about their savior “touching” them with his holy light? Do you think anyone has ever gotten off thinking about their christ touching them? I don’t think it’s a coincidence that nauthiz looks like a slanted cross or that tiwaz points up; christians have always taken their imagery from older pagan religions.

But back to the benediction in bed. I think I need it. Now.

Corwin needs to stop playing Neopets.

Or maybe I just need to be more patient.

fuck that.

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It sounds like every guys dream, think of the possibilities

But getting to the title takes a much longer odder route than one would expect, or maybe coming from me something you will come to fully expect.  

I'd been planning a shoot with this contortionist girl for a long time, she could bend in some seriously impressively painful looking ways.  A second year in college I was just starting to get my work to a point that it was starting to come into its own, and i was starting to explore all sorts of new stuff.  I had a wrinkly egg found in one of my cartons, and the girl that i was going to ask to bend around it in the abandoned apartment nextdoor to mine.

things seemed to be going my way

but on her way out she ran into a lot of automotive problems and after being nearly 6 hours late for the shoot the bike finally broke down 20 minutes from my apartment.  I went and got her and brought her back to the place we were going to shoot.  We talked about the shoot and she threw on a robe in the bathroom while i went over to the apartment and set some stuff up.

 She came over after me and disrobed, finally ready to start shooting, but something i had not counted on was the penis dangling from where i thought her vagina should be.  My mind came to a dead stop as she walked over to start posing.  It is not as though i'm a conservative person part of me had always wanted the opportunity to shoot people of all different types of sexual orrientations, genders, what have you...it was just the shock of not knowing what was about to happen

its moments like this i'm sure where life truly feels like a movie...as surreal as the first time you fuck that is the same odd "i can't believe this is happening" feeling as the moment a women removes her cloths to reveal a penis

so i did the only thing i could think to do...shoot around it and not say anything, and that is pretty much how it went, i shot her contorting around the egg like we'd talked as best i could while not a word of the penis was mentioned once. 

the shoot ended rather abruptly though with the death of the egg and i drove her back to her motorcycle, which then failed to start

so once again i did the only thing i could think of, let her spend the night at my place crashing on the floor.  just another day

i think the egg is ridiculously weird though, did you get a look at that thing?

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