Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

tinkerjack: "a scent from her eyes" - that was a goregous line to read this morning. love has always been a possible purple cloud to me distant on a horizon and sinking further i knew it was purple and i knew it was a cloud but smell and feel and taste and witness...? so many people write or sing o...

that's a lot of exclamation marks for one little me.
I hope you're all well.

It didn't reach full night time potential until 11pm and then it fell like a poisoned arrow into the heart of the ground. the stuffy, muggy evening allowed liquids to turn. as they rotated, spun and broke apart they became fumes and vapour. (earlier in the day soft rain had fallen and the air held f...