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These are a few of my favorite recent photos from a short road trip Sarabellem and I went on.

Here's Me!!

07/07/07

Hmm... Sounds like an apocalyptic date or something. Like 06/06/06. That's actually the date when the final book (as yet untitled) and the 5th movie in the Harry Potter series comes out. I know this is a bizarre post for me, but I just wanted to share this info. I have been a fan of Harry Potter since winter of 2001, though the last 2 books were huge, thundering duds in my opinion. At least it will be over. No more fucking waiting.

See A Perfect Forest Through So Many Splintered Trees

My friend The Anomaly is planning her wedding and asked me to help her pick out a song for the slide show of her life before meeting her fiancee. It needs to be a song that describes her. For me, it was weird. How could you not know which song describes you? There is a song which totally and completely describes almost every aspect of my life without question. It is "Haunted" by Poe. Check out the lyrics below:

Haunted

Ba da pa pa ba da pa pa...

Come here

Pretty please

Can you tell me where I am

You
Won't you say something

I need to get my bearings

I'm lost

And the shadows keep on changing

And I'm haunted

By the lives that I have loved

And actions I have hated

I'm haunted

By the lives that wove the web

Inside my haunted head

Ba da pa pa ba da pa pa...

Don't cry

There's always a way

Here in November in this house of leaves

We'll pray

Please, I know it's hard to believe

See a perfect forest

Through so many splintered trees

You and me

And these shadows keep on changing

And I'm haunted

By the lives that I have loved

And actions I have hated

I'm haunted

By the promises I've made

And others I have broken

I'm haunted

By the lives that wove the web

Inside my haunted head

Hallways... always

I'll always want you

I'll always need you

I'll always love you

And I will always miss you

Ba da pa pa ba da pa pa...

Come here

No I won't say please

One more look at the ghost

Before I'm gonna make it leave

Come here

I've got the pieces here

Time to gather up the splinters

Build a casket for my tears

I'm haunted

(By the lives that I have loved)

I'm haunted

(By the promises I've made)

I'm haunted

By the hallways in this tiny room

The echoes there of me and you

The voices that are carrying this tune
Ba da pa pa...

Why the Cryptic, Man?

I'm not teasing, I'm not being an asshole. I had to acknowledge that something happened and move on. If I hadn't put anything out there, I think I may have gone insane. Believe me, someday I will let it all out, or as much as I am willing to share. I was in no physical danger, I didn't randomly hook up with some stranger and have a frightening experience. Basically, I played emotional Russian Roulette and I think I may have lost.

This blog has always been a catharsis. It has been a way for me to put my shit out there and say: "Hey! Here's my shit! Here's all the fucked up shit that goes on in my head. Now that I have shared it with everyone, it's not so fucked up anymore." In fact, some of the stuff that I have put on here has been akin to exorcising demons. Someday, last Saturday night may become another demon I need to exorcise.

Again, someday. Not yet. More than anything, I have always been in over-share mode. I think our reality tv as psychotherapy culture encourages that. I don't know if it is always the most healthy thing in certain circumstances. This is one of those circumstances.

Das Babies

Gavin Kirk Wilson was 4 pounds, 11 ounces.

Ava Lee Wilson was 4 pounds, 4 ounces.

Mommy, babies and daddy are all doing fine. The babies are tiny and adorable. They may be the beginning of getting over my babies are no big deal thing. They have to be in the hospital for a couple of weeks because they are so tiny and when I saw them they were in an incubator.

More to come.

The April Fool

I am in the Twilight Zone. Something incredibly messed up happened to me last night, something I plan to take to my grave. Something weird and psychotic and confusing. My sister is in the hospital about to deliver twins two months premature. She has Preaclampsyia and they have to induce her. I know that I will look at those precious darlings for the rest of my life and smile and remember with a shudder of horror the night before they were born. On top of all of that, it's Daylight Saving time so it feels an hour earlier than it is. And it is raining off and on, my ceiling started leaking and I got about 2 hours of fitful sleep very early this morning, after being rained on for a half an hour waiting for the bus at 7AM (felt like 6AM) in a bad neighborhood. Funny how the thugs leave you alone when you are crazy enough to stand in the cold April downpour singing along with Liz Phair on your Ipod at top volume. My shoes are soaked, my coat is soaked, and I have had too much coffee. We all have our secrets, man. Last night is mine. I think it may show up very cryptically in something I write one day. Here's to the babies, man. Welcome to this crazy fucked up world, guys.