Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

circular self-editing is my sort of thing: crescent moon finger nail clipping grows day by day, night by night then falls again from sight into the black void where crow lives hidden in thick air and waits for morning clouds to lift critical shrouds from the creative dead hungry ghost, alive in my h...

I'm ready now
to offer my head
all my blues and laughs
tears of joy!

to the supreme swan
of my longings

won't be long
before I'm dead
that being said
I offer my head

by the light of the light
of the twinkly light
I take flight

by the silvery blue moon
I imagine the tune
of your blues

hear the silent sound
of corkscrews
top popping
glasses tinkling
lights twinkling

Why Wait til spring?
why not sing the praises
of greenhouse gases

warm this globe
in the fire of collaboration
melt the heart of competition
love your mother
in sure surrender

then grow the new DNA spiral
the sure cure for cancer
that angel dancer
that none can rival

I got the message: a tree full of crows said "Let's be white for christmas" I thought they said "write" or "right" as they spoke with a lisp as is common in ravenish Then a little yellow bird with a red spot on its head said, "Would you rather write or BE right?" and since i've always wanted to be o...

Hi Red,

You're way more organized than me. All I've seen is the Miracle Jam.

David

on top of the hill
walking in tall firs and oaks
birds were everywhere

i knew we could speak the same language
see eye to eye if we try

Warum liebst du mich nicht?

PS Merry Butt-mas

http://www.funny-ecards.com/cards/chris ... -tree.html

nur ein bisschen Mein Herr

skilir thu Islensku?

bye jim... TO be honest I detest rhymes honesty and may i ask specifically just exactly what you DON'T detest? what turns you on? do you have a favorite song? And though you see me with my tongue quite cheeky i do admire your plausible perspicacity i consider your endurance mighty and in my sentimen...

to be fair and just i must say i have egged him on i am the egg man iz just that we have so much in common i thought we should get to know each other better. i'd love a plate of love and take it where it's served. but when i get a plate of rotten eggs the whole place smells to high heaven or low hea...

that might be unpleasant dear
unless of course you finished
with a stream of golden piss
then I would bask in the warmth of
your vast knowledge and wisdom

My dear doreen I hear your voice at last.
And perehomo have I touched a wound?
I love you dear no matter your abuse.
Your anger feeds the fire of the obtuse.

i dreamed my heart was a beehive an the beez was making honey out of all my failures. jimboloco i wuzzzzz makin zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz's hearin the buzzin of the beeeeeezzzzzzzzzz wake and hear it buzzin still makin honey sweet failure system fault ure fault my fault my way er the highway so i took to t...

touchy-feeley
sentimental
sentient metal
touchmefeelme
healmeseeme
mental
meant tall
men
me
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who
wo
woe
whoa!
womb
whoa man
woman
slow down man
ya move too fast
you know ya livin in the past
cuz now is now and this is then