Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

... now for 21 years! Welcome to Encore Weekend on SpiritPlants Radio! (November 22-23, 2025). Featured are the 4 new DJ'd shows that were on SPRadio in October & November ...

... and cried, threw herself on his coffin. While I froze up inside. Until November 22, 1963 when all hell broke loose. And I fell off the edge of my mind. carotid in hands suicide ...

any chance to dance they say time and chance happen to all men November 22, 1963 when one ex-marine in Dallas with a rifle almost made me commit suicide by matricide ...

... of San Antone Johnny I hardly knew ya Sixty years come and gone since November 22, 1963, I am still alive. even though Ferlinghetti's train has left the station I can live ...

... of San Antone Johnny I hardly knew ya Sixty years come and gone since November 22, 1962, I am still alive. even though Ferlinghetti's train has left the station I can live ...

I still remember the look in my mother's eyes on November 22, 1963, the day I held her throat between my hands, and my thumbs could feet the pulse in her carotids. ...

... amor fati September 14, 2023 jimbo.jpg Catharsis and abreaction November 22, 1963 when one ex-marine in Dallas with a rifle almost made me commit suicide by matricide ...

will the circle be unbroken November 22, 1984, I was listening to that song when the carried her remains out to the ambulance? I have not seen ...

... not to coddle me, said she would regret it one day. That day came on November 22, 1963, when I almost committed suicide by matricide, Oedipus wretch had nothing on me. "The ...

... last one for a long long time, about a decade for me to thaw out after November 22, 1963. pardon the ramble thanks for the poem 8) just one more thing....I first read this ...

... and write this. Anger is problematic for me, this from a man who once(November 22, 1963) come to near to suicide by matricide. Some of what is happening is beyond anger. ...

... here racking my brain, trying to remember where I was in 1969. From November 22, 1962, to sometime in the summer of 1972 I was barely conscious I had a great coming of ...

... days back when i did not need no stinking badge to freak out after November 22, 1963 I stayed freaked till my first trip when I freaked in even so it is acid etched on ...

... I don’t remember the last time I cried. Or vomited. I remember Dallas, November 22, 1963, and where I was. I remember Christmas Eve, 1968 – getting home from midnight Mass, ...

... and three shots almost made me choke the dog sh-t out of my mother on November 22 1963 suicide by matricide not to dwell on the bad just noticing crazy shit in passing when ...