Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

You were really on your creative voice on this one. Really like the read, and the clever wording was wonderful. You're really gifted.

I know I have the same curse.

Gee I wonder if they'll come up with attachable cup holders. I can only imagine, it would go over big with cocktail waitress; or maybe, just one, just for tips. Yeah like, one right in your face, with a lettering on the side saying, "Hey buddy if you going to look. Pay up. . ! " Then again, maybe, a...

I was feeling old today; not missing, not having a girlfriend, but not that desperate. Okay I'll admit I have false teeth. Oh man this is weird.

Not a me and Mrs Jones sort of encounter. . . Was it?

Too funny, that was great; thanks for sharing..

Gee thanks. It sure cleared up some questions. I knew there was a reason. Yeah...so I could sleep in. Ha..!

Abracadabra! If I could pull a rabbit from my hat would I let it run free or would I cage it up and feed it carrots from a hydroponic garden? Cute little bunny tails always have big ears and wiggle their noises to the smell of flowers and weeds alike and in their hunger eat of both. Call themselves ...

What going on here? I do a few edits and now I have five views. Now it looks like five people have viewed this piece and haven't left a comment. How strange is that? Last time I counted it was? Let me see? I, me, myself, then there’s the other person I think; that I’m not. Then if you're reading thi...

The Strange Characters I don’t think I see the world as others do anymore. I’m beginning to realize I think I went off the deep end long—ago. Use to think that seeing images on the walls was just my imagination playing tricks on me. You know like small cracks grouped together in the wall. Look at in...

“Be it life or death, we crave only reality”—Thoreau. Perhaps everything does exist in a dream in our minds, and in death we wake up. Perhaps then, we realize we no different than another blade of grass, a leaf upon a tree, a speck of dust in the wind, what shines in a dark sky, alas all that was on...

Why candles flicker in the wind while others go out. Why some burn on in the rain through all the pain, only feelings can explain. It is not easy to see the clear light they illuminated in our lives and grief is the fact that their essences is carried on in us. Heartfelt kinship and association we n...

Just a child stuck down in his prime with so much more to experience. It’s a shame. I’m sorry to hear this, truly I am.

I’m confused about the concepts of this reality show, “Fear Factor” and what it really means. Perhaps it’s the reality that when all the food runs out we are all going to have to resort to getting bugs. Talk about reality giving you a new out look on a hot dog everyone doesn’t want to know what it’s...

I think it’s the golden cow concept where everyone digs through the dirt until their fingers bleed so they can put pretty eyebrows on the fat old cow glowing in the moonlight. Everyone has sold their souls and is now obligated to worship, and are left to stare at what may come out of the other end. ...