Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Ascari so fearful he vomited.

Yes tomorrow will be better

Whose turn is it now?

I saw the movie for the first time in 1946 or 1945 it was right after the war ended. I went with my two older brothers. I was so scared when that witch came on the screen I tried to run and hide in the boys room but my brothers held me down and made me watch. I closed my eyes and tried to put my han...

Yeah I know you are not into reading the comic pages in the newspapers. Another reason I did not want to kiss your frog. I knew there could never be anything between us. I could never love a woman who didn't read the Sunday Comics. http://i662.photobucket.com/albums/uu346/jacktilles/buckycatreason.g...

I saw the claw of Satan strike that child´s soul and try to kill the idea of God in it. Why should I mind that? Was the idea of God alive at all in me? No: if you mean the traditional idea. But that was the symbol, vague, variable, mythical, anthropomorphic; the symbol for an overwhelming reality, ...

fear is good
if ya don't be
leave it.
don't lie
down there
over here
where the air
is cold.

your young
er soul
has lost
touch
with the new
est oldness.
be loved
rather than hate
'd. never
mourn for your
self.

e_dog on creative board a long time ago.

Shrink Wrap

Maybe it is the weather
A month of hundred degree weather

Like being under house arrest

THanks for the reply constantine. I don't know much anymore. _________________________________________________________ Spare The Rod a story of two brothers I stared too long into the darkness If only my father had been as interested in Nietzsche as he was Freud. after evil but before civilization w...

it ain't easy growing up at sixty eight facing fears about death All the "Ho Wood" movies playing in my head about warriors and good deaths, I expect an ordinary death. For these past couple of weeks been watching a scenario based on my Aunt's death in a hospital intensive care unit. "Watched over b...

Do you believe in progress?

I try to imagine the earth before there were roads.

The day is shot too hot for a lizard outside. You find a flower half-buried in leaves, And in your eye its very fate resides. Loving beauty, you caress the bloom; Soon enough, you'll sweep petals from the floor. Terrible to love the lovely so, To count your own years, to say "I'm old," To see a flow...

Doreen wrote:

I am very bad at mechanical stuff. I see a bunch of parts and freeze up.

It is so mindless, i guess one could write a Zen and the art of any thing book.

a vision of patience and faith

is all it takes.

I loved this poem. It is a poem even an old Norwegian Bachelor Farmer can enjoy. I like your business model too. I would take credit for the write, but I do not need to profit from sales, would rather see someone, (children) enjoy I should have had my mother illustrate it years ago, now she has lost...

I have not had a mental health therapist in over forty years, not since the draft board classified me four f because I could not get to sleep at night unless I imagined my self laying there with a rifle tucked up under my chin and my finger resting on the trigger. I never had to hear the click of th...