Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

its for the good of all
dead familiars make pliant consumers
buy my dead mother juice
its cheaper than raped mother juice
and oh so much easier to bury

she stands
open armed
with naught to lose
but i
question beginnings
i know i am hers and she is mine
and only the infinite lies between
we are the alpha
and the omega

its lost now,
in cyberspace...
my response so eloquent
raped by whats your username....
whats your password....
what the fuck
was so pleased by the words
id strung together
eh what the fuck
and what have you..........

what will we do now............just spout a bunch of bullshit............probably so...........people love to talk about shit they know nothing about................as is probably why he shot his fucking mind out...........

he was no tool of some one elses making.........

but i am quite upset that you would delete a post that has opinions that might not agree or fit with popular points of view........i said nothing (to my recolection) that was offensive without giving my own stamp to its birth, what is up with my deletion.......heard yall cry many times over about fr...

what do you wish to do, when you attacked that other place for the same thing you are now guilty of..........shame shame.........

so strident in free speech..........yet so easily cowed upon reciept....
where did my words go to? i do not question you, but the motives behind.

i know judih.......but man has made himself seem so more important when all he does is give some sperm while the women is responsible for creating a new universe

women,
i wish to be allowed
to bask in your glory
that which i may not
be apart
i pray you shall let me
kiss upon your feet
as you give birth to
to the infinite
each day that is

without response he finds his own path
needless of others
he is the light that illumins
emtptyness is an illusion
fed to us by those that wish
us to be afraid
gaining from our insecurities
thriving off our fears

he is the son of the sun

his voice
pure in its cacophany
cares not
of those below him
he is an eater of souls
a harbinger of what may
he bows not to the rules of the mortal
he is a master of both worlds

he is born upon this world
free of any debt
that most shall call upon
knowledgeable of all
but ignorant of invisible lines
a believer in nothing
but a part of all

the crow
he caws unrepentant
he is the mouth of the dead
his belly burst with those that went before
his caw is a reminder that your time will come
the crow allows life to forget the dead
and at the same time the crow
is the trumpet call of those that went before