Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

...and more mileage than meets the eye resilience is the key survival of the wittest so says I we'll toast the decade 'til the decade no mo'! There once was a year '09 What promised to be quite sublime But whadya' know I' all was fer show the prime, the crime, the mime... So off you go Into deepenin...

h_p - The notes - Eb-Bb-Db - not unlike a doorbell chime, hardly cacophonic; surely, I am heartened by the "intonations" which resonate for you therein, however, how Toto finds happiness in the perilous peccadilloes of a Gov't not of-for-& by the people , whom will never break bread/invite the miser...

h_p - I am pleased to hear of your canting, certainly; but dear hester, I know there has never been even the slightest hint of dearth of frankness between us...pray, are we referencing the same Poem? H'H./H.e.m.

st - I'd know you (your style) most anywhere; there is power in rumination, I encounter the same ilk of pundits, but in the denouement what matters is the message, Its fluidity & impact, & if this is what my Work imparts to you, I have been true to my Art - TY, H.e.m./H'H.

mnaz - You got It! With the sky for a vestry, the incense of the air, bodies as temples... TY - H.e.m/H'H.

...It's almost upon the 2:00 warning primed for the drill, 00:24 sec. clock to a finite's r'newel, undertime-aftertime- &-time-again... It'll be happy this an' merry that, & this , auto- greets like E-cards that hallmark the same but save the stamp, d'ya know d'ya, Macy's- cum - Gimbels Saks ya? int...

Note: Of the Trilogy- sans -One: the imitation trees magis verus , of piney timed & tines spined just so , no needles to tread, dread- not little Zhu-Zhu's , none thrown to the cabbagepatch this, you'll see China... But home- boy? parbaby's been carted from the caddylack - bruised & scrapped... No-n...

truck - I LOVE ELEPHANTS! What better word to portray the mind than "subliminal," & what better organ for subliminal than the Mind! Apart from the overt applications, of course the ref's. to the clandestine, & all are sublimating for a host of agendas, none savory - TY, H.e.m./H'H.

SLD - I am about certain your employ @ the local links did not ape what's portrayed here, in that "so memorable for me with the green. I'd once worked at a golf course and I say, "Good times, good times." " TY for the attention, I am pleased to be parcel of fondness for the past - H.e.m./H'H.

Oh, Maccabeus To Judih - Almost Chanukah & you are lighting-me-up! LOL! I'll ember for eight days...remain as alert as you (always) are! TY! Maccabeus H'H.

...Friday nite @ the Pitch An' Putts , the lithe-one sits atop the Dollhouse (Hole 4, adjacent to the Castle , Hole 1 ) in clown suit & makeup, waiting... who'll give this date-night top flight see beyond his gay Parliacci for a pro- stroker under the Windmill beat the gent to a hole-in-one? not muc...

h_p - Was I "at" the feast? However, "insantaty" is getting some treaction around the hearths, lawns, & uponto the rooves... TY, without the "inflated jesus to hold-up" the kiosks @ WarMart would come a tumblin' down, but this is just between us & a few select cohorts here on Carnivale Mirdth - H'H....

Goin' over t' the white's C&C , It's a haute hoot tuniopporty jareqk , thar's gold in them thar plates, service to two oh-oh eight ... the secret of the saucis under hurry-curry cover blown, but no worry, It's all singh for your johnny cash, bravo!-bravo! we applaud ourselves @ the gilt's set-ups, s...

cloy thursday begets blackphemous friday...but there on the boulevard, the dream gauntlet floats hopes' re- pair, despair zygoate ("I'm just the beard !"), like panning spriggys' spanned masstonishments, ooh's-aahs eyes surprise? like the foul cordon-off blue jack alert, marshall parade but, keep 'e...

...The chains unleashed, a wild bitings' rub the stick, slick sicvic the cry, the Barker beckons, The Ballad Of M.V ., TV has the play, but can the price ever be right for the wrong game? just another some body for a time less the goalds , a different stick, chain yard, vadimony... too, too few cry ...