Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

1 part beer (any kind will do)
1 part coke (the cola kind)
1 part amaretto

tastes like a Dr Pepper


ooops.

wrong thread.

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the missionary style always worked well
except for the sheep
they tended to clove into small bunches
looking for a well laid pasture
before spreading out their ewes
when no one else was about.

[hee hee]

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Seeds hold the glory and memory of spring sunshine and the first blades of green grass a warm cup of coffee sitting on the stoop admiring the first growth of all the young things. spring is youth and admiring spring we all grow young again a fresh start fresh air each small blade pushing up is like ...

If you get tired of mowing it, you can always smoke it.

: )

Do not speak of shadows when sitting on the desert where there are none, can be none, the sun too strong, the heat too intense, the thorns of cactus long and strong and pulling the heart of water from the depths of hell to find surcease. To fight The heat of the desert may cause one great pain, but ...

the trees are heavy with expectation in this land of man's mourning glory. flowers tell the hint of autumn, the first glint of steel keeled cold haunts the evening, making summer flesh clench. i lay a rose to the remembrance of spring [in a land of eternal growth] soon, we'll walk with sweaters hudd...

Spring is a foreign country
in the land of living upside down,
dark Africa,
brooding
into another pregnancy.

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This is beautiful.

Peace,

Sierra

A cry from the heart watching a child self destruct and being unable to do anything to help.

Broken eggs is a very good metaphor! But in this case, maybe humpty dumpty can put himself back together.

: )

Peace,

Sierra

language is the voice of the soul
filling the hollows of a flute.
catching a moment to sing out loud
to say, yes.

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if elvis ever came back
i'd ask him to buy me a pink cadillac
and steal him away
to some warm clime
and
try, oh try to make him mine
at least until
we were out of time.
and this is some ridiculous
try
at completing a rhyme.

i have yet to meet a toilet i wouldn't flush but the trump card is always hidden somewhere in the tank, with the post-modern version of a white man pretending to understand the lyrics of the blues performed in a forgotten honkey tonk, on the west side of New Orleans by some black fella who just want...

>the receipts are all stashed
the real price is never known
young martyrs hurtle out through space
beside the words which put them there <

a small shout. and bravo.

Peace,

Sierra

forgotten questions can be found in the lost box, 3rd door on the right. the answer, might be, perhaps, 42, but that again neglects to find out what question it is you wanted to forget. mysteries are small molecules of internet connecting dots to pauses of real time relayed through satellites that c...

thick enough, said jane goodall,
when asked to describe the type
of branches the gorillas liked to play
with [in the missed] and now,
holy batman, is that my universe
you're holding or is this just another
dr zeuss induced hallucination
brought on by another bout of
cosmology.

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