Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

a sampling from new series [organ]ic : bound to be again ghostmist midnight never mastered tramping liquor highways reserve shattered near psychosis fisted skullmad anxious for anything inertia there are those that would there are those that might spotted owly spotlighted trembling of inertia spaghe...

nausea is your spacesuit nausea is your spacesuit. swirl shoulders inviting in wilderness beats and invisible one night stand code. blue hindlegs arouse spellbound dolls. yummy evening night in tremble tentacle rhythm. celestial long field lightning. rotating peak of daylight meal. by magic the nav...

one experiences yesterday's masked stilts the pea green sounds. delightful okay reason strange excitement. description paint lamp very ill. tremulous light banter about the irrational evening. the walls hum fuel-injected. melancholy stranger thinking about crackled slid puddles. like golden touch t...

our love is a three-legged rabbit with pink marquee eyes bootlegging this fiery feeling zero'd into oval targets desirously jettisoned into very center of our thoughts into midnight kablooey fuel-injected i'll speak easy speak easy as you dance through strobe-lit fields flashing dear legs dipping ar...

quiet down description of a woman wearing a feather boa. pea green sunglasses. picture of a woman standing wearing a mink stole. of a woman description. description of a green mink boa wearing a woman. that fits into. a woman wearing. worn out weary wearing woman fits into description of a woman. d...

pretty once before the dust fell through space it felt mysteriously beautiful for a time to inhabit another body you told me to do as i pleased and please would i of course approached with trembling milk fingers feeling strangely something else pink leaf flying over a plateau swallowing sequined so...

"every bodies eyes glazed" ---> memorable! this line will be echoing in my head for days...

i like this quite a bit...

-a

hey markk--you're damn right klang! haha...

i try to keep the "rattle & hum grooving"...i really do...

nice to see you here...

-a

a muffled diving into nowhere try to hide the tears hard from daddy mommy doesn't help she's anywhere what's the present to bring but what i've already seen i can't see exactly i want to break my arm shove it off let it slide so far away from my body let it be tattooed by a dislocated member let it ...

oh btw as i read through your responses to stilltrucking i was reminded of a song by joy division...i think the song was "heart and soul"...it's something that keeps going through my head as i've gone through so much...the lyrics read or are sung something like this "the past is now part of my futur...

as many know i am not a big fan of rhyming...but the images that you conjure up in this piece are spellbinding in a way that i cannot quite put my finger on...

--andrew lundwall

gee whiz...thanks everybody!

--a

intense!

of course i heard you and i am sure (since we are all little voyeurs) others did too...

~K lovely work...lovely work as always...as always lovely work ~K...as always ~K such lovely work...such lovely ~K work it is so lovely...oh come on over here and hold me

andrew

actually it's not a cut-up...it's a pretty straightforward piece...i rarely attempt a cut-up...i create cut-ups for inspiration sometimes...there are times where i've added peppered in a line or lines from a cut-up to a poem if i think that it is relevant to a particular piece but for the most part ...