Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Make bullets for all the warriors of the world
make them so they are perfect weight and normal
appearing
ah but these bullets
when fired
wield the gun shut
destroying it
leave them about
back to rocks boys

Slides in quickly turning down the lights in a fiery last whisper on an ice cold evening why don't I use commas they all as I do not think with commas I suppose Iam sorry it is so hard to read what I write but then its the thinking gets in the way I did not relies people think about it while they re...

Keep your dreams alive and do them as you can ,share them with the young so they will know to dream .Much to think about here in a way , do we forget our dreams ? and if so how would we know? My glass is raised to you.

First impressions tell both parties a lot about each other even if it is not requested. I do not consider who I see in the mirror for but a moment because that is some old man , I am some place else most of the time , the shirt definatly would be cool in my book, with any luck at least first impress...

Thank you Ill get it hear in chuncks as soon as I can!

Technological wonder wide screen surround sound exploding fireball entertainment sexy dream girl brooding gun kissing man with earrings pretty boy dangers multimillion dollar fantasy of equilateral nonsense a real concern of the illusion saturated gray matter house zombies caged by a distortion of p...

Thank you I will figure out how to get on the jamb thread we all share a computer so I will be back more during the week. that poem was fun, late at night after working on a 944 porsha with my son it was fun1

Benn working on the porsha it the counterballance timing belt idler was loose ah yes et wars but then we got it ajusted and the reves were way better smooth how to tell you about the tiney dancer come to the rescue real time poetry is messy folks theo kid is goldand runslove gammulet with grace and ...

Out on a wind swept plateau words on layers of words empty hours turned inside out,forgotten who gathers the shadow flowers for the table? poets call across the empty air what strange force answers there to know who stands with isolations empty hands why are we so journey bound? out on unforgiving g...

Well Clide the spellings going to slide inside and hide going to let it be free you see if i make the checker check the whole sight might disapear from here to there were I could not find it before then had come and gone so it could be the end of the song it was a bad sad year I hear for fear ever p...