Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

so when i woke up she told me i laughed while i slept
she all while lauging making me laugh as she recollect

i said baby i was dreamin of cousin gettin some beer or just hangin with butch because i knew if i was laughin in my sleep and still had the flavor of cousin on my dreamt mental tongue, i mustve been laughin with him

then i washed dishes and picked her mind as she did mine while she dried and put away the dishes into the places they belong in the giant universe we are making into one.

(week 14)

this is poetry.

disgusting? how!?
no way.

Poetry.

pure and simple.

I don´t find disgusting this beautiful diary-page yabyumb!!!!!!!!!
a fridge full of cold beers for you, friend!!

a whole fridge full? Wow thanks Arcadia. And thank you doreen. I was just rambling, but glad it was read.

Second studio eight baby this year, well since last august anyway. Must be something in the water here.

one of the sweetest dreams I ever had, sleeping on some hay bales in the civic center montreal 1974, being a father.