hello?

not quite sure what is going on here..but it's described as a "violent mosh" of marry poppins. hmm..I think I like that juxtaposition..

2 years

ok, so I know it's been forever since I've posed anything remotely good..but, the semester is over! wooo!! Anthony and I took 2 year anniversary pictures the first of the month and we just received the e-mail to view them yesterday. These are just some hasty screen shots I took of a few of them. We'll officially receive them next week. Or friend, Shannon Smith took them and I think they turned out so beautiful. I love everything about them.






















http://shannonnicolesmith.com/blog/

http://www.pictage.com/client/eventPhotos.do?event=1035374&category=0

josh t. pearson

I have been obsessed with this beautiful song for a couple of weeks now and I am happy the lyrics were finally posted. so beautiful. I love music that sounds like it came from an empty hole in someone's soul.

Sweetheart I Ain’t Your Christ:

I ain’t your Saviour or your Christ or your goddamn sacrifice
And when I said I’d give my life, I weren’t talkin’ suicide
And I’m so tired of trying to make it right, for a girl who just won’t come to the light
Night after night after night after Christ-haunted night
And how you bring your gifts to me
Tied-up and bound in their bows of pink
And gently place them at my feet, like I’m some dying Christmas tree
And drop down to your sexy kitten knees
Sweetly fold your hands and plead for me to suck out some disease, I can’t even begin to see
You don’t need a lover or a friend
You need a god and not a mortal man
Woman you need born again, again
You need a Saviour and I just am not him
And so you sing to me your songs
And how you hum your holy verse
And try to teach my tongue to talk
Cuz you think it’ll cure some curse
But that dust of death it’s dug too deep, to be sung or swept right off your sweet
heart that lost its beat out there trying to light up cut down fallen men like me
I ain’t your Saviour or your Christ or your goddamn sacrifice
And when I said I’d give my life, I weren’t talkin’ suicide
And I’m so tired of trying to make it right, for a girl who won’t come to the light
Night after night after night after Christ-haunted night
I can bring you to the water
I can bring you to the shore
I can give all I have to give but Sweetheart
I can’t give you more
I can bring you to the water
But I sure as hell can’t make you drink
It ain’t Christmas time it’s Easter, Honey Bunny, and I ain’t the Saviour you so desperately need.
And you won’t be saved by saving me
No, you won’t be saved by saving me
There’s no need to cry those eyes
I’ll pack my bags and say goodbye
And my return in your lifetime, is more unlikely than King Jesus Christ’s
I’ll take up my gifts and walk the line
Take down my starry guiding Christmas lights
Say hello to the darkness my old friend, say hello to the sound of silence my dear sweet angel goodnight
Cuz Sweetheart, I ain’t your Christ
Sweetheart, I ain’t your Christ