Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

this one does it for me: http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/Soberduck/MoreDitchleyPictures007.jpg softly lit autumn trees brushing straight lines against the blue...delicate conformity of horizontal panels...a house to put trust in and stories...a perfect window to paint and paint out of...a burn...

I like the mixtape idea. Make it a mix CD and you've got a deal. One of my favourite things to do is make compilations for people. I don't do it often enough. There is great skill involved in it. The basic guidlines can be found in Nick Hornby's High Fidelity: "...The making of a great compilation t...

I got drunk round a friend's house last night too. We were supposed to get drunk and edit his video for one of his classes. It has me in my acting debut. I play a "troubled young man," not much acting then. I have nightmares and then jump up out of bed and stare, terrified, at the camera. We didn't ...

thanks mousey.

I changed the spelling of vauge to vague.

google vauge! I'll google you, any more of it.


thanks for reading me.

Out through the elbow of a contract killer processed rants enigmatic chants the Buddha rested on a tree growing angled summer time and the living is drowsy summer time and the living is blunt police chief at the scene of a crime waving a document in the rain he aimed for the throat and got lucky the...

Great rythmn in this poem. You know, I've stopped checking the spelling of that word now. I've gotten past caring. Rithim rythmn rhythmn rhythm Ridim yes yes. ridim. this is the ridim I like. and rhyme too. Ryhme rime rhyhewoqlme. too hard. I used to get confused about quite quiet now it's rhythmn a...

Hey, la, hey ah hey loa hah, cha cha cha
hey la hey ah hey loa hah, keeeeeeeeyla...

"Lightly whispering of wayward love...

...Blowing kisses to their corpses...

...No one cared to calm our scream..."

I like.

I love the image of "broken congo" too.

I'll do it. I'll need a big fuck off lens though and you'll need to stand on your toes. Do you have toes? Too bad! I don't have a big fuck off lens. Oh well. What buttons do you have? Any interesting ones? We say badges. Can you say badges? Bah. Geez. You're doing a project on your life? A little ar...

Kayla? is that your name? Nice name. I met her in a club down in old soho where you drink champagne and it tastes just like chery cola C-O-L-A cola She walked up to me and she asked me to dance I asked her her name and in a dark brown voice she said Kayla K-A-Y-L-A it sort of fits. not really. never...

"anyone who calls himself a poet, probably isn't." I've heard people say that "if you think you're insane, you're not." That's the only thing that keeps me sane; the thought that I am insane. Anyway, the poem: I just wrote it pretty much as it is. I'm very clever that way :roll: I wanted to write a...

well ah well ah well ah wooh tell me more tell me more is your toe nail still sore? tell me more tell me more is your mother a bore summer dreams ripped at the seams... fuck! Thanks for the nice words and related thoughts and stuff. That "poem" was me feeling sorry for myself because I don't write a...

Fucking hell, that was a yawn.



haha, thanksfortaking up the chalenge. I don't like this pC i'm on at the moment. it has a fucked up keyboard.

I enjoyedreading your monotomouse (see what I did there?) day.

my camera never lies. my pen and keyboard do. desire isn't love and it isn't enough. eyes red with sleep deprivation does not a poet make. stomach rumbling with lack of self care does not a poet make. a bookshelf filled with poetry does not a poet make. a head filled with dreams does not a poet make...

I'd quite like to see that myself. I have a bit of a crush on Johnny Depp. I like my men the way I like my bars - scruffy and lived in. JM Barrie invented the name Wendy. I believe this is true. But then, I used to believe that there was a camera inside my DVD player, so... I've been hooked on Big F...

My decadent lust: ranting. Proceed rant: Talentless, gormless Soulless, cunts! Notice how all the winners look alike? As if their mothers all fucked the same guy. Glorified, McDonald's workers who sing karaoke on the weekends. What ever happened to working for your dream? They all deserve to be give...