Sunday, April 5, 2009

And you can rest your pretty eyes tonight

I just uploaded three new Sarevin videos to www.youtube.com/boristhegoatthing. Yeah.

Big booty, twenty-nine!
Twenty-nine, numbah thirty.
Numbah thirty, thirty-one.

THIRTY-ONE, BIG BOOTAY!

You know it's nothing new



The first of our "Goodbye for Now Video Collection". But fortunately, Sarah is now home for keeps.
And it only took me 7 months to start editing these, because I don't procrastinate!
Let that be a lesson to ya.

Big booty, twenty-eight!
Twenty-eight, big booty.

Friday, April 3, 2009

I saw a spaceship fly by your window

What happens when the flames of passion fade
To glowing embers; when the embers cool?
The threads that sewed us into one lie frayed
And frail, tangled beneath the empty spool--
What then? When magnetism doesn't hold
As well as it once did our cores in place
And clumsy bodies in the dark grow cold
And late-night talks trail off at quicker pace?
Can you imagine you and me with age-
Admitting slippers curling round our toes?
Discussing (feigning interest at) each page
Of news I survey down a crooked nose...
    How could one love such a conceding shell--
    A life that's being spent, but never well?

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In other news:
-The Golfland arcade is still excellent
-Nerds Ropes are best enjoyed in groups of 5 or less
-I'll be teaching a two week acting camp at the Dragon in August! Tell any 12-16 year olds you know to sign up!

Big booty, twenty-seven!
Twenty-seven, big booty.

♠♣♠

A curtain draws itself shut in my mind
Whene'er I search for words to set this to.
Uncertain of your thoughts, what I might find
You feel if I reveal my heart to you.
Your hands are like the softest melody
When they entwine their fingers in my own--
'Tis beautiful, but played so haltingly,
Each note restrained, uncertain of its tone.

These words fall out so smoothly every night
When safely distanced from your clever tongue
But when I'm in your presence, I must fight
To keep the simplest sentence neatly strung.
    You kill me in the slowest, sweetest way
    Is what I--when grown silent--mean to say.

Big booty, twenty-six!
Twenty-six, big booty.