wilbarr

I love claymation. 

My brother and his wife with a guy from tv, and he was in the Stand. Awesome.

Presenting my bambino. Baby Liam Page.

Empty chair askew.
The only evidence that
Anyone was once here.

Truth introduced,
Mr. Monkey’s hand I shake.

Try to hit pause,
Life slows,
Molasses for sure.

Acid induced delirium?
Perhaps.

Crash head on into reality,
Car skidding down hill.

Through fogginess your voice heard.
Lips part, question asked.

Incomprehensible.
Gibberish.

Eyes flutter and close.
See you tomorrow.

This poem is actually based off of a dream I had the other night. In the dream Rebecca, Aaron and I were in a room with multiple random other people. Everyone was being pushed up against the walls by men with guns. Face to wall. A man puts a gun to the base of my spine and pulls the trigger. I fall on the floor crippled, and the only thing I can think of is, "I hope that I don't pee on myself". I can see the men shoot my brother (Aaron) in the head, and his body falls beside mine. The men carry me to a wagon and throw me in. My body is half in and out. I am on my stomach, crippled, but still alive. They throw my brother's body on top of me, and the corpses of other people they killed. Still all I can think is, "I hope I don't pee on myself".

Muzzle to the base
Cold metal kiss
Screaming, shrieking
Tornado in an inch

Scarlet flower blooms
Floor rise to meet me

Rag doll

This is Liam trying to suck his thumb.


This is Liam looking a little like Elmer Fudd.

"The Boer Guerrillas"

Today I have been
pushed past the line of patience.
Stab me in the eye.

Well Rebecca and I have returned from the prego doctor. She asked quite a few questions about our and our families' medical history, did a test on Rebecca (which I had to leave the room for), and the highlight of the visit was we heard the baby's heartbeat.

I must admit I cried like a little girl.

I hate having to keep this secret, I found myself when I was driving back to work sorting through the contacts on my tele searching for people I can tell about my little half sea-monkey half jack-rabbit bambino. By the way my baby's heart beat sounds like a jack-rabbit.

Side-note: I told my grandfather yesterday. He was shocked, but of course. He did say that he was happy for me quite a few times to make up for his initial shock. He did make a quite humorous remark, "The first baby can take any amount of time to be born, all the rest take nine months." Nice.

The estimated due date is April 4th.

And married life is oh so good.

Sometimes I completely having trouble believing that Rebecca and I are together, that we are getting married in little more than a day.

Tis like the moment when you first awake from a dream and you have trouble discerning reality from fantasy.

I used to day dream quite a bit and now I find that I no longer feel the need.

until I am married to the ever wonderful Lady Rebecca.

Today is Rebecca's and my six month anniversary.

Apparently I do not have the intelligence to look at the camera.

William is derived from the Norman language, and of Germanic origin: "wil" = will, desire; "helm" = helmet, protection. The Old German name Wilhelm and the Old Norse name Vilhjálmr have the same roots. The Belgian name "Guildhelm" means "harnessed with a gilded helmet".

The oldest known famous bearer of the name was Saint William of Gellone; his cult spread the name throughout Europe.

It's just like the story of the grasshopper and the octopus. All year long the grasshopper kept burying acorns for winter while the octopus mooched off his girlfriend and watched TV. Then the winter came, and the grasshopper died, and the octopus ate all his acorns and also he got a race-car. Is any of this getting through to you?

My folks were always on me to groom myself and wear underpants. What am I, the pope?

This is the Barnes Clan's Coat of Arms from Ireland.