I have to spend my Christmas here in Vietnam
Out in some foxhole, fighting the Vietcong
It’s a war, it just won’t end, looks like I won’t see my friends again
It’s going to be a dark, dark Christmas for me
God knows I hate to kill, but I have to do it to survive
Sometimes I have to pinch myself to see if I’m I alive
Your lips land lightly, like Robin Redbreast’s feet in the snow,
I hold you tightly like your halo’s lined with mistletoe.
Thawing my heart like morning frost, falling under my feet.
Oh silent night, oh lonely week
I like my job because people give me manicures.
flowers as viscera
j.m.w. turner - morning amongst the coniston falls, cumberland, 1798
Filmmaker Rob Spence lost his eye in 2008 and has now replaced where his eye was with a camera.