Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

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learning metallica riffs
is frustrating,
difficult and rewarding.
i pick at calluses formed

hm. what I've read on hornby is... he's very much an "easy" writer. if that's correct. what I mean is, his books are easy reads. High Fidelity is a good read. It used to have the title "one of my favourite books", although, this is an istance where the film is much better. john cusack plays the list...

doss cunt! yey! it makes me so proud to know that such colooqualisms are seeping through to the US :) I'm not sure that the location is of any real importance, though... a group of junkies, one tries to quit... shit happens.... the end. ("shit happens", i.e. don't know how much you've read ;) people...

mtmynd: i visited chattanooga with a friend in january. gorgeous place. didn't see a choo choo though.

in this case... getting laid off was a blessing (atheistic blessing). I worked for a great steaming pile of morons! but.... getting new work... yes. I'm too.... apathetic? to join the race eagerly. but... on the plus side... I am in love with a plath. the path is miles and miles but there's a silver...

"I just saw the shadow of a bird flit across the closed blinds" well... that line just made me open another bottle of wine. i've been laid off un paid.. my sister bought me wine but i already got one myself... that line merits the second bottle to be popped open screw down in it cork pulled... ---- ...

because i have two real friends living close by. one is more of a digital artist and the other is a humanity hating socialist...

age doesn't matter to me
my knees creak
i'm 27

hey, jimbo...

that drawing reminds me of a burlesque show i went to with a friend one night during the edinburgh festival... i didn't know nipples could do that...

death is melting liquid sentient dreams unfurling broken transient someone angrilly throws up confidence and i am in a park somewhere daydreams angels laughing seraphims swinging drugs and dung and daffodils this little flower played one this pile of shit played two and this little hallucinogen ran ...

i remember new orleans big bridge drive and rain fell heavy (like the river we drove across turned upside down... turn back turn back...) we got to our living place magazine street st vincents guesthouse sweet fat woman's sweat house she asked for payment methods we saw a pool in the garden she show...

rythmical orign?
death becomes!
sultry weed
growing snappily,
desparate - angrilly.

(you may want to run that through a spell check... maybe I made up some words too... go. me.)

awwww... it's "go"

i was hoping someone would pway wiv me...

i see
the sun
has burned
my eyes
too long