Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

whoaisme wrote:wounded retinas...damn man that's crazy!

really enjoyed this as it seems not one word is misplaced.

bravo!

whoaisme - kind regards to you for your deemed appreciation.

strong like a Russian. putin stuff here putin stuff there lol.

yer no miss volkov café. but look forward to being around here a bits....

bests 2u.

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*offers you a smoke*

..it was good for me...


thanks.

.yes.

exquisite agony.


what you said doreen.

.thanks.

now i understand never having been under the influence.
that bloody 10th rock from the sun dented my configuration..

Suckcessed in the anaesthetised ooze of banalities, life clicks on by..so the fabric seams...thread bare...

thanks for your read & w3rds guys. appreciated.

. Invertebrate crusts high lashes scuttled like a torpedoed crab eye shuffling directly inward to an innard sanctum looks stalk vacillating swivelled globular jellyshell formed leaks trials of trails pore printed indelibly washed in sand froth armies foam down lips smiled like a crack of whats hooki...

...definitely for dancing away...always...jus so long that isnt a jig sore...

parallel constructions....? for sure there is a conduit of energies moving in both directions...


thanks for your time. and thoughts.

. vagabond vapid skies enthral cotton cutlass euphonic sprawls digger diamond and slewty sapphire spindle upon ears of india rubber desire flotsam plank and hooks of ticks tock breathless blood into needled pricks penchant pirates pilfer penzance as pleasure chests canonize thighs fired in diffidenc...

mothers apply
bandages
on wednesday nights
in front of leaking orbs

while larks beaks
melt melded
middling sticky notes


to the endless wail
of fridge motors
begging their hollow
orifices to be filled

climbing up shins 1am hear.


curdle the seem
and one legs a dream.