Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

14 M words in a row....Magnificent

thanx roy !

yesterday
the coffee didn't work....
was in a wrestling match
with a mucular migraine
and there wasn't enough
caffiene in the world
to pull out a victory
and so, pinned to the mat
I surrendered
uncle
no mas

just think on December 2nd of this year the perpetual jam will be Twenty Years Old I find that remarkable......so I'm remarking about it...... minds fixed in time. a history of thoughts, and where you were if you've been around, but anyone can read sections of the jam, and think about what was going...

wonderful composition
feels like a pastel piece of art
in chalk

dogsitting
an unfamiliar animal
helping out
while the owner deals with a heavy load
there is nothing light about cancer
a chance to bond
a chance to observe
the woods is a healthy place
for animals and men

perpetual jamming is a gift set out in a digital playground a welcoming place to express any and all thoughts...... oh Wireman of the Stars how could you have known you created an eternal message board but, your simple contribution endures, despite the loss of poets for whatever reason the task fall...

Gaza has shown us
it's no longer an eye for an eye
a mere eye isn't enough anymore
no, we must wipe them all
off of the map

coffee is like a good friend she comes to visit in the morning when you need a little push.... that's what friends are for, you need her perhaps it may be one of your closest relationships, and she comes because it's important to you she never overstays her welcome she habitually loves you and you c...

tragically sad, truth no longer is important to a large slice of the world No Sir, give me spectacle and the biggest lies you can invent because I forgot how to read, forgot how to care, forgot the reasons why autocracy is a bad thing it'a zero sum game played by psychopathic pretenders with orange ...

Once I got a call from a guy I had trusted who left town owing me a lot of money. This was 10 years later.....he says to me, I'm passing through, and was wondering if i could stay at your place for a couple of days.....to me that took some beachball sized balls.....but apparently he felt he was enti...

steep climb from the Little Gunpowder winding switchbacks my trusty stick helping propulsion to a magic spot above the abandoned quarry all the marble of use long gone I sit on the ground, see a working farm miles away as hawk soars above his lunch a panaorama of trees growing sideways at times from...