Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

I stick my head up it every day sometimes even twice and three times I am looking at the world through a sphincter it seems Hells bells, seems like anal retentive personalities gets all the ink what about the anal expulsive , they got sphincters too sick glorious Mondays on a Friday morning it seems...

mankind the story tellers
the sense makers
bemused by language


another day
still perfect
to seize

cock crows
sun rises
I type

Camus moos
happy absurdly so
to be alive

Zlatko wrote: Epistemes 1. Learn every trick you can you will always trip on the bruied stone of your father’s crimes he leans into a far wind smiling rise up and follow me, he says in spite of his punishment you still want him 2. Like a white flower mudded on peatbrine-black Celtic rock all these p...

no story
no sense
no end

Camus Ku
make it up
as I go

Cock crows
sun rises & I type
with thoughts of surfer mike

Throw my brain in a hurricane
give my knees to the needy john prine
10/24
Looking at the world through a sphincter
seems to me my ass hole is running the show for me.
my delusions of grandeur
balance and bounce

10/25
the battle of the bagel
six am the day still perfect
stretching out before me

some times I start out to jam
and it winds up chit chat
but i know
it's all grist for the perpetual jam

i was going to ride the sunshine today instead of sitting here in this smokey room and compulsively type on this keyboard like I was getting paid a nickel a keystroke to do it this started out as a ra nt ah tant a tent rant rent ah tent tent marching orders from the brain and turned into a hot dam t...

dove into sleep
surfaced into the dawn
going to ride on sunshine

it is never too late
for a jerk to learn

I feel like i got the world on a string

more like a thread actually

and my life is hanging by it.

I wish the government would keeps its bloody hands off my social security check :wink: It beats me jimbo, I just hope you got a doctor who practices the arts and sciences of medicine nothing wrong with being paranoid if you are , can't remember who wrote that on litchicks, head burner? I lost touch ...

judih wrote: every moment i choose to see light or darkness my choice my vision mine and then yours i feed myself i feed you you offer back we choose to feed light we build our path our mind our choice ours yin for yang light for dark dark for light art in the dark there was no light in the deepest...

I remember that song but I forgot who did it. I always liked it. It was a good dream. Like a Yeats poem about growing old. "Jesus broke the wild horse in my heart" hardly remember the song but I liked the title a lot because it is true for me, flying burrito brothers song how is that for platitudes ...

on a long train bound for nowhere bewildered yes but so amazed by it tin pan alley childhood still lingers Z3Y7TpNi3x0 off on another interesting long chain of thought train the longer I live the more I live It lifts me up to think about Tibetans as the New Jews; Buddhist Eschatology 101 Eskimo pies...