Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

the face of her friend popped up at her window, just when she thought that she would maybe have a minute to herself, after reports and books, and languages that sometimes feel foriegn and listening carefully he implied that she would somehow answer the call, of something that maybe she could not hea...

if we all do not get together and take a stand againest the world goverments they might be digging us up pretty shortly not to be a total fatalist, as i put on my new addias tennis shoes and head for the gym, i discovered a new muscle this morning on my arm, as if working out really worked ! well wi...

it is nuthin the tube of the wave, the rush timeless water droplets spinning forcefully while flying floating in the center invisable magnetism that propels me in a direction and i want to sleep in a place in a glass house on a hill i am paintiing i see my hands moving but i am still far away jumpin...

[img]how do i lay it down, lay it out
curator of the place i go to observe
even when I die
i understand we can watch
my brain is falling through a rabbit hole
off to surf in kauai
perhaps you would like to come longboard in hanalei?

the sad thing is even when people are sincere we doubt them we are suspicious like a rape victim of anyone coming round that we do not know well protective like a mother of her babe or a theif of what he has not stolen yet mine mine defense that wittles away at anything ever touching us the bubble t...

i thought that when i went on this dig that this was going to be it the secrets of the past revealed sweat dripped off my body, and the handle of the shovel glistening in the tropical heat what was found was the remains of a culture that no longer exists bones and dust, and pottery shards numbered a...

sometimes it is as if i am boiling so much heat crawling thru my system having to write and read in italian on nights like these when in so many ways the things that i love are the art of any culture i recently heard a woman speak at a chruch in Portland she had gone to Rwanda after the genoside of ...

so glad that when i write i have found people that understand me

tickle of my ear, the face licked clean by yesterdays flavors watching endlessly for the car the moment when i wont have to wait anymore all the days i wanted to see you talk to you lies and tales that spoke of strangers lust the woman fat on the couch she told me you were bad i believed her can fee...

wow miss thang
yoou sure know how to curl words off the edge of yer tongue
lil fingers just exciting as all get out
like the call to come right on in
but dont stay too long
i like the stuff you wear on me

fear crawled accross the floor with a shadow and cape creepy, and slick what a waste raped and sucked dry fear keeps score never collected harmony only sat and sulked lost all his favors sucking on a smoke colorless without decision amounts to little laughter without precision skanky and loose fear ...

fingers roll like distant thunder beams caressing the black shinny and worn sounds of many hopes, voices that are swept like lint into oblivion sparkling, wet with perspiration his upper lip moist his forehead eagle like, and intense focused on a finale a creshendo a sound that rolls from his tips l...

mmmmm
very nice
quite the adventure
thanx

i write it and my father, grandfather, and son have all come to speak in various characters disasters of our family have been turned into entertainment family of origin issues cross from my gender to a sexuality that has been observed, objectified for several generations, bought and sold gold and si...

the rope like fiber each like an embilical cord tugging buffalo eyes watching me in total adoration trust sadness confusion anger fighting againest our circumstance into the trailer the voyage i was tired i wanted to preserve you for the generations give you a betterlife somewhere else where the nei...