Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

don't listen to him mousey this is nothing wrong with you, you look perfectly normal for extremely large mouse. Oh mousey I am in love with love, I want to hop on the first bus back to the twelth century. my girl today is she who just sailed around the world alone, unrequited, nah just a simple twis...

christ that may be the stupidest thing I have wrote all week. At some point I will descend from this smokey haze and reread all these rants o f mine, but I am sure the one above this was the dumbest,

Man of La Mancha, i always liked that musical.

if I had the money I would send flowers to bennie's mum she done a good job there. jimboloco you are killing me, I been posting all over too. I got a years worth of typos to fix, I like the old trucker saying about a wife or husband, the ones that seem the happiest always seem to refer to their mate...

they used to call them coeds in my time, college women, now you see why perezoso was so crabby all the time, they just wore him out. It reassures me that women can think so rationaly, got this image of them as gods little puffs of fluff, that is what the baltimore police commissioner called them whe...

Whither Psychoanalysis in a Computer Culture? by  Sherry Turkle http://www.kurzweilai.net/articles/art0529.html?printable=1 Over twenty years ago, as a new faculty member at MIT, I taught an introductory class on psychoanalytic theory. For one meeting, early in the semester, I had assigned Freud's c...

christ Geoff, I dont know what you are talking about, i liked the sound of the thing, I dont know who hit who, your are making a fatal mistake if you try to read any meaning in what I say, it has nothing to do with your story, it is just a departure for me to run with my own thoughts, man you got it...

Yes indeed my life story, finding the unfindable, dreaming the impossible dream the ellusive butterfly of love dream baby dreaming my life away just one kiss "There's still one or two of us walking the street, no arrows of direction painted under our feet, no angels to warn us away from the heat, an...

10 pages I done think I am that desperate to read yet if I could print it out I might, but I still got no printer. maybe tomorrow I will be climbing the walls, will try this one I guess I think women have orgasms in technicolor, they sure dream in color more than I ever do. She would like to watch m...

About sex I feel like woody allen trapped in the hairy ape's body, his obsession with sex and death, today a valentine card in Lebanon, death by the cedars of Lebananon Jim i don't know what happened to me, just twenty five years flew by since my last vagina, a cold morning this time of year, 1980 i...

a bad time but it was the birth of our mores our westen freedom, women still chattlel but they those troubadors songs brought to the advance the the first inklings of the right of women to control their destiny, at least in their choice of a love object just a fool for a good love poem I still :oops...

Is Cupid Stupid willie nelson got fifty bucks for writting Crazy for Patsie Kline He said he wanted to use "Stupid, Stupid for still loving you" but Crazy sounded more euphonious the marketing of love to sell crap cards nothing new under the sun son but just take me back to twelth century france, n...

I heard a Leonard Cohen album a few times a long time ago. Stayed with me for over thirty years, "no arrows of direction to guide our feet" Canadian poetry sounds good. why can't we be more like they are :wink: . I am looking around me at books everywhere. I been picking up books and puting them dow...

magicmystery Thanks for the info, the public schools in baltimore back in the forties had the custom boys draw one name from the girls box, girls draw a name from boys box of names. Everybody got a tleast one card, perfectly random and fair, every body got one card. I wonder if the custom still per...

to nobodies girl please remember that I am a extinct bird sixty four year old virgin never married, never in the military, never had any of those cultrual life changing events that mark the passage to manhood and a hypochondriac, aspergers syndrome must be or something like it that makes me faux paw...

I just be thinking romantically today, Waking up his hard to do, got a neighbor she of blue eyes and light brown hair just a kid in her forties, and very fit, a country girl, a red necked girl she has had two ex husbands both truck drivers (by a coincidence I am a retired truck driver) There she is ...