Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

more like Joni Mitchell

to paraphrase

"I have looked at life from both sides now
And s till some how it's lust's delusions I recall;
I never knew love at all"

Hurts my head to think about

this one is a favorite, absolutely crack up laughing cause I think what a funny guy.


And then I went looking for Drew stuffs, I love her the mostest, too.

FACTORY GIRL, probably my most favorite song by the Rolling Stones, I love the mandolin part. The song reminds me of the girls in east Baltimore back in the 1950's.



I did not know that Factory Girl was also a movie about Edie Sedgwic

I spent today watching it,
ty u, it was really good.

I think I ate her,
I'm all way down.

But, I'm very needing distraction
from my own blue mood,
so it's better to be in hers',
easier only cause it's still a detachment.

so it's better to be in hers',
easier only cause it's still a detachment.

I am an ignorant child I know so little about the Greeks, but I think that is why they invented Tragedy.

Yes, it's take off my dress, put on hers.
That's a good deal to keep me thinking,
I can play with the ruffle, wonder why she went pale pink pale
and forget what the flip I was wearing.
Thanks to the Greeks then, Jack.
Thanks to Shakespeare too.

I tell you what Dame, I am going to have to watch the movie to figure out what this means

es, it's take off my dress, put on hers.
That's a good deal to keep me thinking,
I can play with the ruffle, wonder why she went pale pink pale
and forget what the flip I was wearing.

Right now it is all Greek to me.

I think it is the sad luck dame being enigmatic
Leaves me chasing her words like a nerd with a butterfly net

I appreciate having something to think about besides these forlorn old rags that drove Jack to a martyr's death.

Thanks to Shakespeare too.

Ha, talk about being an ignorant child I just found out what "the winter of our discontent" means when read in context. I need a duh! emoticon.

I like this a lot
http://studioeight.tv/phpbb/viewtopic.php?f=2&t=20875

Well, it was a blouse, I guess. I said dress because I don't think much of blouses or sumpin', I'm more a dress.

But she liked a girl's blouse, so they exchanged blouses in the restaurant.

Yes, it's take off my dress, put on hers.
That's a good deal to keep me thinking,
I can play with the ruffle, wonder why she went pale pink pale
and forget what the flip I was wearing.

that's poetry to me dame
Tomorrow I will watch the movie

good night cyber pal of mine.

http://io9.com/#!5783722/old-female-ele ... g-geniuses

I miss my dog
I miss my elephants
I miss my right arm
I would be a miss
if I still missed her

only one I will ever miss
even now fifty years later
the feel
the look
her face
vagina
the long withdrawl
saw in her face
the look she knew
a long long lonely time
going to be for me

I want to be Barry Manilow
make them cry all of "the blondes with the tight pussies" CB


working a short story
call it the naked lunch
with Bukowski and Crazy Mike

I remember when I was a child deciding I was gonna fight the challenges
and all the monsters who'd set foot in the ring with me.
This song playing on the radio in my cousin's old truck heading over to the rock quarry.



I don't know why I forgot in my womanhood how good it feels to be alive and fighting.

But, I remember it now, thanks mr. cat
and I'm gonna put on the boxing gloves.

I was a big fan of JYD

stilltrucking is such a hassle to login to studio eight
somehow I screwed up the settings I always login as short timer automatically
then I have to logout and login again as stilltrucking
that's my kvetch for today.

she is one of the two or three women I try to write
it was true love for five years from sweet sixteen never been kissed to the last dialogue of the flesh

you are my dearest bestest enemy
I noticed the anger
in it too.

"it is better to have an intelligent enemy than a stoopid friend" a line from the movie Freda.
I have not listened to the music yet

I prefer fighting you
than lacking passions.

Makes me relieved I'll not go in a trance with you,
as in the dreaded dead when supposed alive.

I might clock ya, but just keep one eye on me then.
HaHa only us two can understand our language
anyone else would clock me.

This style of communicating
when you grab my jaw
and bruise my lips.

neenie neenie

I do still have curves, as a side story.

Still alive
still sping
with no ice in the shadows to dread

for the longest time I dreaded being Crazy Jack
he was such a back stabber
you know it takes a sorry son of a bitch to try and kill his morther

suicide by matricide
St Jack wrote the Buddhist gospel truth
and died a good Catholic

It is a comfort to me when you do get me
across all the time between us

"tell me how men kiss you"