Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

yr a blathering, sentimental, effeminate fool

and you are a strong clear thinking manly man, my man
it's been fun batting eyelashes
i luv ya man

Peace

What dead men thought
a witless man may quote

those names drop a long way
from such a high place

whether strings that bind
are strings of ignorance
or strings of grace

is known to one
who speaks from penitence
not from insolence

falling forward is
the real science of miracles
two goldfinches in a bare tree could be
but most choose the zen stick
instead swinging it at everthing
in sight

I know your game learned it early from a schoolyard bully You appear to me as one who's very happy to be angry with all you see and everyone you meet life's sweetness for you is bitter; all love to you is sentimental and meets with your disdain. You make yourself tall by decapitation But you are sad...

what day is this? what
place arrives at a miracle?
two geese above us

Yes

morning
is time for birth
stretch marks in brain
are memories of mourning
the labor and the pain
that opened space
in us to receive
your grace

some of my best friends are still trucking, others we buried in the sand. We told their stories too that's what we do. Let me tell you the story of Lucky, Lucky Earthwalker, a friend of mine I met at the tail end of his life. He took it up the butt-- up the colon to be specific. He could've been one...

not much
jes wut im sposed ta do

Home?

yes almost there
boss man gone home wednesday
and never come back

me
here
slackmaster
jamalator
fibrilator
dessicator
instigator
defecator

spew it man
spew it
get it off yer chessed

inoculator
laminater
pain bringer
junk singer
dong dinger
see ya later

he who laughs last lafs lassed this dual has proved your pen mightier than my keyboard i am the yin of your yang the dust even under the feet of the gunfighter take my family then and I will bite this poison tooth and when I die i will know where iam you will be left with all the naggin i will send ...

ma man
we could switch to a game of hearts
er whatever

i was found
but now i'm lost

all is lost!!??!!

i resign then
i surrender
have merci
buckets of merci
on my fillets of sole

runneth upon the sword?

i taste the sweet smell of ketchup

about to be spilled on your potato pancakes

ND4 then knave

lets set up the go boards too then
for the simultaneous exhibition
of black and white
axis of evil
and other
meaningless drivel

but.... okay

just this once

I wouldn't have thought
of You as One who would

ask to be saved......

aahhh!

give up control
of the center
in hopes of a flank attack
Knight of kingbishop 3 then

and attack with the peons
poor swill will be sacrificed
under the horses hooves
aahh tis well

let the games begin!!!!