Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

there's a pinprick reality like the back of a train disappearing into a tunnel a gorgeous melody lies garbled in the heather and sins hang from trees in the small breeze the long grass heaves in the post train wind arching into the tunnel arch I lie licked, ulcerated inebriated never felt so self-ha...

not fucked for years now
talk 'bout winter of discontent
thing is I don't mind

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I could probably
get some if I wanted to
but do I want to?

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hatchet runs warm pureed sauces run the veins in my hands run like rivers overflowing the jungle out there is overgrowing this Niagara feeling is suicidal groaning in my pelvic floor lying just near the door anorexic asking for more falling through a crack in the floor so skinny that my lopsided hea...

i like that one doreen. I like shapes.

Haha, Timmy!

I like shapes. You take away the context and you're left with a great abstraction.

a castle of milk houses the witchcraft conglomerate
devising, hatching
oil hunt in Alaska

snow blows through pinprick eyes
all that's left is machinery and devices

http://www.smilingjacky.com/ice-olation.jpg glitterification of a cube Monday the earlobe explodes into a spider's web of misinformation best suit lifted from a magazine and all pressed for the court appearance epiphany dangles smart tie hangs coming out of yourself with your back to the sun crying...

yeah, I feel sorry for smokers :| man. They get it tough. Poor smokers. Poor, poor smokers. I've been to two or three of those soul destroying fucking things in my tiny little lifetime. I despise them, man! Corporate fucking team building horse shit and tea and biscuits and mingling with fellow empl...

nice poem man. I've been there too. Not high buildings, but "there".

Nice poem.

And doreen, question: if no one is around to see them, do dancing emoticons still dance?

How Zen am I? haha, techno Zen. it's the philosophy of the future.

I didn't read all of that because it was fucking long. THe florescent lights are hurting my eyes too. So, maybe I'll read it later. But, what I feel, and experience from friends, is not anti-americanism but rather, anti-american politics. I'm not against the american people. I'm sure I'd hate most o...

There is an inordinate amount of hot women in glasgow today. I think maybe this is because the cold snap seems to have, em, snapped. It's pretty mild here today. All the lovely office women with their office suits, man! I like. Also, I think men who smoke pipes should be made, by law, to have a glas...

the guns of madness, at His elquent request, sat lounging in a clitoral sun as the firework deity with all the trimmings, trappings and testosterone flapping, lingered a little in the lobby and jettisoned the holliest among them (cast out cast out, fucking pointless catalyst for purification - new r...

did you make these up?

Haha, great. Nice to wake up to on a sunday afternoon.

Thanks for sharing them.

A small request first: is it possible that there could be a little "new topic" button at the top of each page, dear Do'? It's just that, well, I'm a lazy fucker and all that scrolling down is taking it out of me. Have some fucking consideration, woman. My skinny ass wrists can't deal with all that m...

that's fucking great. I saw it as some wintery scene. I'd never have imagined it as the deep sea with, um, trees?, deep sea trees and fish.

It works very well. If it had a higher res I'd steal it and use it as my desktop wallpaper.

I've printed the lyrics to one of the best songs of the past ten years. It's the lyrics to There She Goes... by Nick Cave off of the Abattoir Blues album. Sometimes you hear music that puts everything else in your collection into perspective. I wish I'd discovered Nick Cave earlier than now. I heard...