Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

pacific north west, judih.
thanks for likin'.

fanning fueling my inner inferno constant constraint blocking my view in my face it's you a breath of fresh fuck from the pnw getting into my head a little more everyday but its ok i'm diggin' on you digging in with bitten nails that couldn't take hold if my life depended on it. sea child i'll never...

falling
i understand
cause i'm headin'
right that way
time to crash
so i don't burn
hope you enjoyed
my smallish turn
i'll do it again
soon...somewhat soonish
won't stay gone so long
til next time
.....4 you.....

a wee bit
too many

this place just
ain't ready

for more than
a single
4degree angle

my digits do tangle
a perfect rectangle
you are
not far
from where i sit
right now.

a free pass
to digress
if i wish

on a star
flying low
like a hitchhiking
seed

clinging to my genes
sticking to my strand
my one offa kind
double helix ID card.

i lost my key locked out again but i happened to see your light on so... uh, can i use your phone? yeah, just to call a ride... no, no..it's not far. so i got in their car and ended up somewhere in bumblefuck with sultry sax-sounds from the cheap speakers and gin on their breath and holes in my snea...

untruth
loose and whipped about
in winds ever changing
rearrange
is ment
spent again
my time
missing
active ingredient
no. 4

thank you, c. it don't happen so often anymore, but when it does it means more.

thanks bennie.

yes. so thankful.

1096 days since the last burn was felt since the last orgasmic vomit since the blackness of addiction gripped tightly round my inhuman neck things come and go moving away from one only to succumb to another another that won't kill me quite as fast but today i allow and welcome the perverse to take t...

my lines are crossed i step over you again making my way along the banks of the bubbling tarpits visions of bondage befog me seeing the militia just beyond you they flail their many arms and raise fists clutching meat cleavers still i advance walking like the blind and quite unarmed a break dancer's...

and so
with words
and scavenging
birds
busses going
somewhere
fulfilling a dream
while surviving
this strange
existence.

pulses
pounds
thrashing away
eaten alive
self
self
self
ego says it's
all about me

way to go cec.