Thursday, October 31, 2002

Tis the season of the true warm wine. I made the winecorkboard I have been dreaming of.

Tis the season of the thinnest veil, a time for the truths of the bones, a time to acknowledge and then release what is dead. It is very sad. It is very freeing.

Here's my costume from a few years ago: a dead beat poet.

Pictures to follow of this year's....