Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

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I have no tolerance for weed--look!

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look at the lines!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and squiggles and shit!!!!!!!

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I don't know what you are but I think I might be a troll.

I'm a hit and run poster troll.

I think you must be Zues, God; but who am I? I must be the embodiment of sore throat, 'cause I got one and it hurts to swallow.

Build living Buddhas, not Pagodas

nice piture I must say ... you look very cool...

I'm glad that at the very least... I am something.

--k

Hi candy i don't know if you remember me I used to post here as a man, I am that weird white guy that used to send you all those explicit sexual messages about fist fucking and stuff like that. Well I took the poll and I went for fear and loathing but that don't really say what I am, fear and anger would have been closer to the truth. I was going to go for Zeus, because I have read the illiad a hundred times, even more than I have read the bell jar. But I wish you had put Diomedes on that list, because he stabed Aphrodite and I I have felt that way today.

Do you remember why I am calling you Candy, I forgot, it has something to do with some post of yours a long time ago.

good to see ya
jt

sorry kayla I was deleting a bunch of hysterical posts that I made using that user name. Geoff posted something about me sending him messages urging him to have sex with him. I am not funny to day. I know that you do not like Censorship so I will not censor myself and delete it as stupid and as gross as it was

I am thinking about a woman who was a friend of my mothers, she was very successful, had a great business , Betty Friedan would have been proud of her, was living the good life.. One day she developed a bump on her forehead. The doctors told her it was an inoperable brain tumor and she did not have long to live. She sold her business, and prepared herself to die. Then the doctors told her that they had made a mistake. It was benign. She was never the same woman again. Sad storry. No idea what it has to do with all this. Except I wonder if I will live long enough to realize my greatest ambition in life. I have always wanted to be an alcoholic.

Sorry about my sick sense of humor

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I am a two-fold continuous multiplicity in your field of visual sensation. I am a pixel on a screen, the light hitting your retinas I am the square root of negative one. I am a stranger to myself. I am something that exists for a time in this best of all spatio-temporal worlds, and then will not exist. I am a compulsive scribbler. I am a language freak.
I am a guy in a story about adultery, acid, and abortion and I am running away from home to join the circus. I have found true love, and fled from it. I am a virgin. I am crazy. I am a truck

stilltrucking wrote:I am a two-fold continuous multiplicity in your field of visual sensation. I am a pixel on a screen, the light hitting your retinas I am the square root of negative one. I am a stranger to myself. I am something that exists for a time in this best of all spatio-temporal worlds, and then will not exist. I am a compulsive scribbler. I am a language freak.
I am a guy in a story about adultery, acid, and abortion and I am running away from home to join the circus. I have found true love, and fled from it. I am a virgin. I am crazy. I am a truck

Great writing! I love this!

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Who is that handsome man, Scoot?

I was thinking about this line from The End Of The Road
"In a sense, I am Jacob Horner,"

http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/038524 ... e&n=283155

Thanks for the kind words.

I am he as you are he as you are me
and we are all together
See how they run like pigs from a gun
see how they fly
I'm crying
Sitting on a cornflake
Waiting for the van to come
Corporation T-shirt, stupid bloody Tuesday
Man you've been a naughty boy
you let your face grow long

I am the eggman
they are the eggmen
I am the walrus
Goo goo g' joob

Mr. city policeman sitting
pretty little policemen in a row
See how they fly like Lucy in the sky
See how they run
I'm crying
I'm crying, I'm crying
Yellow matter custard
Dripping from a dead dog's eye
Crabalocker fishwife
Pornographic priestess
Boy, you've been a naughty girl
you let your knickers down

I am the eggman
They are the eggmen
I am the walrus
Goo goo g' joob

Sitting in an English garden
waiting for the sun
If the sun don't come you get a tan
from standing in the English rain

I am the eggman
They are the eggmen
I am the walrus
Goo goo g' joob

Expert, texpert choking smokers
don't you think the joker laughs at you
See how they smile like pigs in a sty
See how they snide
I'm crying
Semolina pilchard
climbing up the Eiffel tower
Elementary penguin singing Hare Krishna
Man, you should have seen them kicking
Edgar Allan Poe

I am the eggman
They are the eggmen
I am the walrus
Goo goo g' joob
Goo goo g' joob
Goo goo g' goo
goo goo g' joob goo
juba juba juba
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