Freedom has a scent/Like the top of a new born baby's head

after seeing pictures of windsor ruins at the Pretty Fakes blog, i was encouraged to post my own picture from over 2 years ago. it is a ghost of a place that carries a certain sadness of times gone by on its great hulking columns:




anyway, other than that, i did have a funky-fresh-&-peaceful (see Samurai Fiction) road trip with K$ last month. we went to Graceland II on our way back from memphis. i must say, it's really....pink:





anyway, dude thinks his son is elvis reincarnated or something and told k$ and me no less than 5 times that we should "marry my boy and take'em for all he's worth and split it with me!"

hmm. i think i'll pass. dude has like a million elvis related pieces of memorabilia that are ROTTING under lights and lack of climate control. the archivist in me shuddered the second we walked into that house. k$'s convinced that he's building his Jailhouse Rock thing in the backyard so he can keep all the drunken ole miss sorority chicks under lock&key. creeeeepy. i was sort of scared, especially when he told us he'd go put on the gold "lame" (you know, luh-may or just lame) suit and marry us both right then and there!

of course, that won't stop me from going back or demanding that you get in your car right now and drive to holly springs.