Black testified that Bruner confessed to shooting Moore with one of two guns he had taken to the parking lot of the Northstar Stadium 14 theaters on Northpark Lane after seeing a photo of Moore and Dawn Bruner together that was posted on Facebook.

The detective said Bruner told him that he and his teenage daughter were at a McDonald’s restaurant when the girl, checking out her Facebook page on her smartphone, saw a picture of her mother in the company of Moore with a caption that read “Date Night.” The picture, posted on Moore’s Facebook page, was “tagged” with Dawn Bruner’s name and consequently popped up on her daughter’s page.

Dawn Bruner told the court that Moore had asked a woman to take the photo of them in front of the theater complex with his phone.

Black said the defendant acknowledged seeing the photo at the restaurant and taking his daughter home, where they looked it up a second time on a computer screen. Bruner admitted that he then grabbed two handguns, a Ruger LCP and a Glock, and headed for the theater complex with the intention of confronting the couple, the detective said.

(Reblogged from new-aesthetic)

Xiamen, China. December 2013.

Loneliness does not come from having no people around you, but from being unable to communicate the things that seem important to you.
Carl Jung (via arpeggia) h/t adammoore

(Source: likeafieldmouse)

(Reblogged from arpeggia)

I met the girl recently
who (like me) likes me
and black coffee
and not milk tea
and naturally
we talked about we
without hesitating
without escaping
sat in silence noting
the erasing of the stars
by our city ending
each day with a puff of smoke
sent to our air
rescinding nature’s presence
ending before it really got started
or had a chance to know everything
or sit under the tree again
years later when everything has changed
everything except the coffee and the smoke and the tree and we.

17 seconds from China, from a hotel in a city called Ningde.

From Out The Cave

When you have been
at war with yourself
for so many years that
you have forgotten why,
when you have been driving
for hours and only
gradually begin to realize
that you have lost the way,
when you have cut
hastily into the fabric,
when you have signed
papers in distraction,
when it has been centuries
since you watched the sun set
or the rain fall, and the clouds,
drifting overhead, pass as flat
as anything on a postcard;
when, in the midst of these
everyday nightmares, you
understand that you could
wake up,
you could turn
and go back
to the last thing you
remember doing
with your whole heart:
that passionate kiss,
the brilliant drop of love
rolling along the tongue of a green leaf,
then you wake,
you stumble from your cave,
blinking in the sun,
naming every shadow
as it slips.

(Joyce Sutphen) 

via Ian Morgan Cron

12 Seconds from China

16 Seconds from China - March 29, 2012

Columbia MO coal

I-44 today.

Tyler of Carthage: “Pillage” (ft. Yuan YueMei) 

America | Columbia, Missouri | 12/18/2012

Little Round by Li-Young Lee

My death says: One bird knows the hour and suffers
to house its millstone-weight as song.

My night watchman lies down
in a room by the sea
and hears the water telling,
out of a thousand mouths,
the story behind his mother’s sleeping face.

My eternity shrugs and yawns:
Let the stars knit and fold
inside their numbered rooms. When night asks
who I am I answer, Your own, and am not lonely.

My loneliness, my sleepless darling
reminds herself
the fruit that falls increases
at the speed of the body rising to meet it.

And my child? He sleeps and sleeps.

And my mother? She divides
the rice, today’s portion from tomorrow’s,
tomorrow’s from ever after.

And my father. He faces me and rows
toward what he can’t see.

And my God.
What have I done with my God?

Columbia Missouri street performer.

Shawn. It’s been fun. Come back for Chinese Wok again sometime soon.