Who
are the earthiest photobloggers in the Nerve blogosphere? Honey child, you know
it’s the down-home, delicious duo of Rose + Olive. Let’s venture beyond the
Premium veil and see what those lovely, earthy goddesses are up to (and whom
they’re getting down with)…
Easily
my favorite place to be at night
4/18/2008 2:15:00
PM
flash
me 1
flash
me 2
bruises
in the bayou
And not far from home, to boot.
Anti-Nostalgia
4/16/2008 12:24:59
PM
It's
amazing to me that a little spinning bolt inside my head can tilt a bit in one
direction via my halfass (and halfconscious) suggestion and lay out a series of
wonderful things to remember and other things made to forget.
Sometimes
when I'm just waking up I'll remember part of a dream, one I had of Michelle
this morning for instance, and a piece of her face will come to mind and the
way she moves her hair back from her face with only her fingernails, not her
fingers, and I'll decide, in just one moment, that I don't want to think about
the dream any more. That I don't want any details, that I don't want to replay
any of it, that I don't want to beat myself up this way or sentimentalize that
way.
And you know what, magically, I don't.
I'll get up slowly, trying not to wake the warm body in my
bed, put on my jogging shoes and tie my shoelaces twice on a forty minute run.
Without remembering a single second of the dream other than the one of her face
bending down behind the counter.
It's also amazing how memory can work in the opposite way
too. When you want to tie a bunch of decisions and images into a basket, throw
in a hundred pound stone and kick it off the pier at the edge of the peninsula.
But then again, you don't want to really. Knowing that you
could, and might one day, is enough. You are, after all, having quite a fine
picnic right this second.
Injuries
on Alex that neither one of us may be held accountable for.
4/15/2008 12:54:55 AM
surgical scar
But the first thing she showed me the other day, thought I might like it. File
under things you never get to see, or not enough. What is the fetish called for
the way everyone bruises and heals differently? This one gets red.
Modesty
is the new Exhibitionism;
4/2/2008 10:38:12
AM
or,
why
subtle shyness is once again sexy. so it can be occasionally subverted:
watching
a beautiful boy watch us watch boxing
3/28/2008 5:57:29
PM
all afternoon and into the evening.
thank
you espn.
(although the man washing his green impala outside the
window did sometimes distract us.)
and
also thank you, channel somethingelseorother, for the handheld amateur porn we
watched late into the night. who knew being bent over the backseat of a
bouncing (driving) suv could be so (literally) fucking sexy?
B-Bunny
Grows Up Right Here!
3/13/2008 12:45:37
PM
Our
sweet countrygirl from Ferriday, Louisiana is taking a big ole piece of
metal that flies through the air(!) this weekend. She'll land in a city far
away from her small-room apartment and spend a weekend on foot seeing, tasting
and (if i know her as well as i think i do) taking many kinds of advantage of
the city's many kinds of exotics.
And before she flies back home in that same big metal
tube, she'll see in person people we've collectively only ever known through
the internet.
B-Bunny, we're crossing our fingers that you'll end up
naked-by-desire in more places than you count, will get kissed on the cheeks by
more people than you will remember, and, while eating a hotdog in a very public
place, will be cheerfully molested a bit to the point of bringing out that big
guffaw of yours that we love so much.
