Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

juke joint
motherfucker
sniffing out
a dragoman
in the murk
of a grotto

chloroform
at dawn
and cynical
cliques
who hug
the church
return again
to the dead end
blind alley
tripping over
the discarded
as they search
for their god.

bits of inspiration
grow like crystals
from coal
out of this
garden
of masked aggression
willfully
imprisoned
but entrapment is
illegal..
my trip
my symbiot
311 and cooking oil
to what degree
shall i retrieve
this information lost..

chris cornell's
abandonment
wearing who's shoes now?
you gotta be kidding..

took 'em two weeks
to miss ol' layne..
but they found kurt
almost right away

gangreen eaten
pincushion man
knowing the right
oral manuver
woulda' saved us all

and not just them.

encino
would
..i know it
east coast blue
west coast reds
out back playin solo
in a musty tool shed
waiting for the boy
who comes to
cut the grass

chainsaw
chaingang
garden snake
grows fat again
grunge ain't dead
but i still mourn
the dude from
frankie goes to hollywood..

wanderin' in wonderment wait, i meant.. no, nevermind you're much too kind you warm my coffee many times someone said coffee goes bad five minutes after it's brewed my coffee is just as good the next morning, but that's just me and that's ok i've got my feelers out i'm lookin' for a flow a flower a ...

what they came for selling themselves short only a minute portion is visible to those i ask myself if i'd rather be deaf or blind but i think i'm already both hindsight mindsight deer in the headlights turn on your lovelights i like the nightlife, baby.. and sometimes i fear i'm stuck in the 80's or...

keep it comin'...haha!

(thanks ju)

judih, doreen, mojo..thanks much.
yeah, scary...but it get's people attention.
thanks for the praise doreen. i don't take it lightly.
and thanks for admiring my lil curtis..hes awesome.

its a fine line between pleasure and murderous addiction..
Kameron is here....http://thatsmybaby.net/home/nursery.asp

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I awoke with a start. Well in all actuality, came to, after what would've been to a normal man, a deadly night of consuming alcohol and drugs. The pain in my chest and abdomen was overwhelming, and nearly brought tears to my eyes. I looked over with befogged eyes to the table next to the chair that ...

thirty five now with 12 days to go missing and misunderstanding more that you or a euro trash girl or any georgia cracker could swallow. rings of restraint keeps it at bay for a time until someone sporting a smile and expensive shoes feels the need to set it free. cold coffee in new england and empt...

i don't know what i was at litkicks. i don't know what i am now, for that matter. but i haven't posted here because i can't write shit lately...or, maybe i never could, and i just thought i was writing...or something. but it must be all LK's fault. it all started back in july.... haha! hi gang. arca...