Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

i can't believe it's not butter
it looks just like butter does
it tastes buttery
are you sure that it's not butter
it spreads just like butter
it might just as well be butter
if it isn't butter then what the hell is it
you're shittin me!
no way
i think it's butter

'looks like butter but it'snot'

it's the damndest thing.

psst... read the label. freaky stuff.

poly hydrogenated something, petroleum probably

let them eat plastic

remember when it was called oleo margarine and came in white lard like lumps with a little bead of color that you would knead into it to make it yellow? Late forties I think.

I enjoyed that poem immensely dino

thanks cecil - good advice!
jack, the good oleo days are butter memory to me now.

very interesting poem dino
light hearted and yet
dark
or so it seemed to my metaphor challenged brain, an ominous note.

good days
the last tango in paris
long gone
to a remote consciousness
where the sensation lingers

wasn't here a "butter scene in that movie?

The both of you will be feathered to death at dawn. And no more women for either of ya. And believe me its butter than what ya deserve.

c'mon
they tell you right up front that it's not butter
believe in Fabio

oh hey, and here i like my bread buttered and jammed on both sides...