jessicagranera

Furr by: Blitzen Trapper   art: Sara Fonesca http://bit.ly/r3cGd Yeah, when I was only seventeen I could hear the angels whispering So I drove into the woods And wandered aimlessly about  Until I heard my mother shouting through the fog It turned out to be the howling of a dog Or a wolf, to be exact The sound sent shivers down my back But I was drawn into the pack and before long They allowed me to join in and sing their song So from the cliffs and highest hills Yeah, we would gladly get our fill Howling endlessly and shrilly at the dawn And I lost the taste for judging right from wrong For my flesh had turned to fur Yeah, and my thoughts they surely were Turned to instinct and obedience to God You can wear your fur Like a river on fire But you’d better be sure If you’re making God a liar I’m a rattlesnake, babe, I’m like fuel on fire So if you’re gonna get made Don’t be afraid of what you’ve learned On the day that I turned 23 I was curled up underneath a dogwood tree When suddenly a girl Her skin the color of a pearl She wandered aimlessly, but she didn’t seem to see She was listening for the angels just like me So I stood and looked about I brushed the leaves off of my snout And then I heard my mother shouting through the trees You should have seen that girl go shaky at the knees So I took her by the arm We settled down upon a farm And raised our children up as gently as you please And now my fur has turned to skin And I’ve been quickly ushered in To a world that, I confess, I do not know But I still dream of running careless through the snow Through the howling winds that blow Across the ancient distant flow To fill our bodies up like water till we know You can wear your fur Like a river on fire But you’d better be sure If you’re making God a liar I’m a rattlesnake, babe, I’m like fuel on fire So if you’re gonna get made Don’t be afraid of what you’ve learned

Furr by: Blitzen Trapper  

art: Sara Fonesca

http://bit.ly/r3cGd

Yeah, when I was only seventeen
I could hear the angels whispering
So I drove into the woods
And wandered aimlessly about 
Until I heard my mother shouting through the fog
It turned out to be the howling of a dog
Or a wolf, to be exact
The sound sent shivers down my back
But I was drawn into the pack and before long
They allowed me to join in and sing their song
So from the cliffs and highest hills
Yeah, we would gladly get our fill
Howling endlessly and shrilly at the dawn
And I lost the taste for judging right from wrong
For my flesh had turned to fur
Yeah, and my thoughts they surely were
Turned to instinct and obedience to God
You can wear your fur
Like a river on fire
But you’d better be sure
If you’re making God a liar
I’m a rattlesnake, babe,
I’m like fuel on fire
So if you’re gonna get made
Don’t be afraid of what you’ve learned
On the day that I turned 23
I was curled up underneath a dogwood tree
When suddenly a girl
Her skin the color of a pearl
She wandered aimlessly, but she didn’t seem to see
She was listening for the angels just like me
So I stood and looked about
I brushed the leaves off of my snout
And then I heard my mother shouting through the trees
You should have seen that girl go shaky at the knees
So I took her by the arm
We settled down upon a farm
And raised our children up as gently as you please
And now my fur has turned to skin
And I’ve been quickly ushered in
To a world that, I confess, I do not know
But I still dream of running careless through the snow
Through the howling winds that blow
Across the ancient distant flow
To fill our bodies up like water till we know
You can wear your fur
Like a river on fire
But you’d better be sure
If you’re making God a liar
I’m a rattlesnake, babe,
I’m like fuel on fire
So if you’re gonna get made
Don’t be afraid of what you’ve learned
Lunch :)

Lunch :)

Beautiful extended weekend in Milwaukee, WI visiting Kim and Gil.  I learned how to make ribs and steak (I don’t eat a lot of red meat but wow, Kim can cook and I enjoyed every bite of it), we went hiking, drank great beers from around the area, had girl time with Kim, and went to the botanical gardens. I wish I could bottle up the freshness/smell of the forest we went hiking in. Every time I come to Milwaukee I love it more than before.