Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

in equador the medicine woman took a live gineau pig Rubbed it all over my body with a sheet beteen us The little guy died And the medicine woman Opened it up Told me my gal baldder andliver was inflamed The cats ate the stufffrom around the throat Then she had me blow on 4 eggs Windows expose mount...

Well I can say this - I have been hacked- my Facebook is totally fucked

Yeah I ate the white death
Those pies cookies cakes

My head was covered in red things
I had to come here
And see if I could stop
The medicine ppl are on it
No more stuff on my scalp

Love waits for me to return to my self

I am a pot head.. I got beat up 13 years ago and kind of gave up on sober- i still have the desire to puff all day However I got some shit to do Have not had wine since 1986 Tempting But most people don’t drink the way I do I dance in the streets I do things I don’t like to remember That’s why they ...

The Chinese say It is connected to Unconditional love My father used to get drunk Stand on the table And talk about Unconditional love Yeah it’s easy to talk about huh? Sick Sweating like I’m gonna die But I didn’t Sometimes” kill me now” Is a reasonable response But why am I still here? Come on do ...

I would have stolen it before 1986

I am -

High
Willing to bet it’s not limited to history
That the “ stories” have become too personal so getting fucked up seems like a solution

i think that we over think every lil thang- my dog is untroubled and does not need a leash Some peopke need to be on a leash in order to walk I think that ill just keep painting Eent to a " surf festival- it was phenomnal But the people here are so normal They bring bikes and cool stuff for the kida...

like that

i love eric clapton
He is just the master
In a white room with black curtains
He is a savior

So far It’s been my way Or the highway Yah know I have fallen in love Yeah it’s beautiful But it really is like crash course in consideration Fuck I forgot What it’s like to be with someone What he loves Is important I remember not really giving a rats…. Ass about certain lovers I had the benefit of...

I don’t know if “ feedback “ includes evaluating my performance as a human
Perhaps for me writing helps me “ see” other perspectives in me
And in others
All armchair psychologists are fired
Thanks for the input

Mmm i don’t know what I am at all
Each time I look it seems like a new person is emerging
It is rather disconcerting
Walking on water
Jesus is my friend
But a tough teacher

Or if you fall down and your penis gets stuck in amber heard—- total bummer.. but that “ I can’t be alone “ thing- makes him a vampire