Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Fought so hard against the pavement, tar bubbles pressed beneath my toes the air escaping with instruction, with relief "vowels come from breath" they are emotive things, orgasm, suprise, murder warred against the aged road signs and their sharpened ends, swords sleeping on crutches with script to s...

alot of names i see and remember from years ago. anyway. . . . I'm Nick, used to write alot on these things when i was in the military (Navy) and when i got out. Had a great 3 years of freedom, wrote a few books, started one that still haunts and nags at the back of my brain. Fell in love, got marri...

but to sing a song to you of love of hate of lust if my hands could only keep up with what my heart speaks lonliness and longling longing for it all, no commas, no interuptions, no inbetweeens, no napkins and wiped mouths' but just drool, sentences, life lived without thought or fear, just honesty f...

been so long since the streets have spoke to me, old man country living raising children and fenced in views make your eyes only take in the shapes shown them, squares nestled inside communities of other squares and the little gardens and playgrounds that try and hide their shape I miss downtown, th...

Find a way under these mountains, not over, skeletons dot their skyline like toothpicked trees And The earth will drink us, i promise Give you as many gang handshakes to make you a believer Keep that index pointed out bro, it shows we have love Plot a way under these barricardes, double matted rebar...