Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

this guy bill king reads slower than Husserl. Reminds me of drinking a bottle of soda pop when I was a kid, trying to savor the the last few swallows. Not sure of the flavor, Nehi grape or maybe he is more like Royal Crown Cola? The old bottles with the painted labels. Looked like a pack of camels, ...

I retract the nice work, i don't like it Clay, just don't like the racial slurs, I can't think of either one of them as niggers, a nigger was the guy that came up behind me and hit me in the head with a two by four, I only call him a nigger because that is what he was screaming at me after he hit me...

"Snake Eyes" I think it was ironhands that called her that. The one person who has done the most damage in the cabinet has no intention to resign. I been pretty much freaking out with visions of doom and gloom, well not gloom, more like a very bright light. I think the one weapon of mass destruction...

I used to dread going through small towns with a truck, I would always seem to run into him on the day Andy (had given?) gave him a bullet for his gun. Thank you so much masked stranger, a stunning peice of work, brilliant, incredible unbelievable, I am sure I am going to laugh out loud the next tim...

I met Brautigan one day in Fells Point. I mean I was just walking down Broadway and he was coming the other way. It was a bad time for me, I was a bad case in those days, miserable and angry and full of self pity. He looked at me and gave me a beautific smile. All I could do was glare back at him wi...

"Nothing travels faster than the speed of light, with the possible exception of bad news."
The Hitchhikers Guide To The Galaxy

thanks, I am looking at the first sentence of my reply to you above and I am hoping I did not give you a head ache trying to read it. The Pity Of Punctuation.

the only thing about me is me
what light I got to shine

more about me I suppose
me trying to be a two bit saint

certainly my life is not about me
it is a gift
I am a little bit of mud that got to stand up and look around
life is so beautiful
it is so terrible
it is all a mystery


to me

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I don't have the picture but it was the soldier laying across his coffin to hold it down the reporter said but it looked more like he was trying to protect it from the crowd, the only image I saw on TV that helped me keep the humanity of the mourners in mind. One down and one to go it seems to me. I...

I suppose you have a better sense of humor than me, I suppose I am a literal, strange thing for a son to look on his mothers withered body, all that flashed into my mind is Alamo Rose on her death bed and me trying to comfort her, a job for my baby sister, but she numb with grief and guilt, mostly g...

tone deaf and can't cary a tune, all ways taping my feet to a different drummer, I can only remember hearing music in a dream one time, but I think i can lip sink a melody when someone else fiddles, I wish I could get put some music here but just the clunk of unrythmic words marching left to write a...

what else in new that is all i ever dew, my fingers think and my brain types and maybe one day it will make some sense, especailly if I keep my fingers on the home keys and my soul reaches out to me and never fucking occurs to me me more than fucking, it is funny how numb a body can become after twe...

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I search for the ghost of Eastern noon as I walk across your soul's desert where rain settles a level of gloom There is sand in my eyes I can see through your lies The ghost of Eastern gloom comes to visit me at noon I could imagine my soul a desert a desert at night when I can see every star and th...