Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

(found under a pair of shit soaked boxers in a bus stop shelter)



@@@@@@ Soaked to the point that the shoes made a Shuush sound when he walked. He saw through the snow mist night the girl like dream. "fuck" he said under his breath and imediatly regerted it because it was somewhat like talking to him self. "don't worry about it" he then said to him self. The night was cold. hense the snow mist. Jerome's nose was leaking by the time he got into the small room that was at the end of the all in a small square brick building. the land lord had not been shoveling the walk. jerome knew that his niehbor would be complianing in the morning. the phone rang and jerome picked it up absent mindedly. he hardly got phone calls so he was under the impersion that it was dream. His days had been like dreams lately. snow mist dreams of purgatory.

"Jerome?" Said the person on the other end.

@@@@@ natural light. It was flickering off his sweating red face. He was going on about fucking a girl out back of a bar in the dead of winter. jerome sat at a distance and with a sad dead expersion of expersionlessness he goaded the man telling the story without even knowing.

The man would look over and think to him self. 'why is this kid not enjoying himself?'It was a mgical night for larry. he had taken some of the people down from the training he was puting on for the hotel and now they were drinking with him in a bar he liked to go and here was this young fuck over at the next table with that smugs curl in his lips and hate running out of his black eyes.

The people from the trainging up at the hotel had a big day ahead of them and bowed out in their timid sheeply way of which there lives would be chosen for them. Thinking of this Larry looked over at the tall obstruction of his dream. Jerome was slight. However with the right layering he looked fit. This was something he atleast half Knew (jerome) because he was always sweating from the layers. He had bad Oder problem and his face was red from the heat of the layers but he did not get beat up since grad school and even when that happend his clothiong layers padded the beating. Of course Larry knew nothing of the layers.

Jeromes' outer "skin" layer today was a leather treench coat and Larry was having to work up the courage to go over and talk to him. Larry let out a long unsteady breathe as his eyes squinted and the good the bad and the ugly music started up in the back of his mind.Jerome was thinking about the lack of decent socks in his wardrobe.he must be ignoring me to itimidate me. the little fuckers good. Thought larry. Larry drank a long drink of his tripple that the bartender had plopped in front of him saying it was his last. Larry cocked his head and smiled.

Jerome looked over at larry. An older maN WITH WIDOW PEAKED black hair was staring at him with his head to one side. Free beer.. went through jeromes mind. Jerome looked at the man (larry) and smiled. the man came over to Jerome's seat and sat down.

@@@@@@twas Larry.

“whats new Larry?” Asked Jerome.

“Jeorme I was talking to that girl...”

“mmm”

“yeah and she said...”

“larry I really do not give the slightest.”

“oh I like you sense of hummor. I have been around buddy you know.”

“no. I have not been around Larry. I am a loser.”

“I do not think you think you are a loser.”

“no.”

“any way. So she came over at around 11 and I was there watching porn on the computer.”

“good porn?”

“it was alright.”

“yeah what was it?”

“girl on girl shit.”

“intense?”

“ah you know. But that is not what we are talking about?”

“Larry you are having a mid life crisis. Go back to your wife.” At this Larry laughed. “yeah right?!” Questioning his own dismisal at the same time as making it, and not want to belive that he did infact insist on something that he was not at heart in agreement with. He was confused.

“Larry I got shit to do.” Said jerome eying a book about john lennon on the table.

“okay try to get your ass to work.” Larry had gotten jerome a Job at the hotel.

“you like my ass don't you larry.”

“i do.” Larry said with a sexual inflection that made jerome somewhat sick to his stomach. The things jerome had done for money.

“when do I work next?”

“Wensday.”

“cool.” Jerome hung up the phone and picke dup the book on jhon lennon.

@@@@@@@ Smells on the bus or metro always bothered Larry. Larry was sitting beside a girl that was in a ecco jacket trying to look cool. trying to impress her. The girl kept looking straight ahead.

"oh thats hot!" the girl says. she gigles a bit and galnces sideways at larry. Larry smiles and looks himself up and down trying to find the source of the hottness.

"ha!" he says holding up his purple dress shirt. "this is winner's. cheap stuff really." The girl smiles and sticks her tuong out to lick her red lips and exposes her dimond tuong ring.

"he's so hot." larry looks around. his hairs is greassy and he wears jeans with "stop" writen in graffitii style in a ripped out spot just above the knee. Larry did not know what this meant but the young girls at the store had said his butt looked good in them. Remebering this larry got up and fakeed he was looking for a coin he dropped.

The girl was laughing. "hey buddy" she said taping larry on the shoulder. "you mind I am on the phone I'll give you what ever you droped." She was pointing at her blue tooth. Larry slinked back into his seat muttering "thats okay."

@@@@@@@@ Larry's wife Chanel was out on the town with friends. They had been drinking. there was a fake fire pit and classy looking atmosphere in general. Her friends had been good about ot bringing up the break of her and her husband.

"you made more money then him hey?" Lucy said to Chanel. Chanel smiled a "I'm gonna bit your head off if your not careful" smile.

"I don't feel bad. Larry was an ass. He made a mistake. He left me because a girl smiled at him on the bus."

"what that is strange? what do you think he had an afair?"

"I think he's an idiot that reads too much into things like fucking smiles. I think he saw me getting a bit older and thought he could trade me in for a newer model!" Chanel said in a cold laconic cutting voice. Her friend who had had a moment alone with Chanel was taken aback at this omission of suspision.

"well he''s a fucking retard asshol;e then Chenel. You need a real man. A classy man." Chenel saluted Lucy with her galss and they both looked over intently at the clean cut buff guys at the next table that came in after the last game of the season.> @@@@@@@@@@

from the anus of GAP

Geoff,
i'm at school. Did a small clean-up of this.

Take it as you like.
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(found under a pair of shit soaked boxers in a bus stop shelter)



@@@@@@ Soaked to the point that the shoes made a Shuush sound when he walked. He saw through the snow mist night the girl like dream. "fuck" he said under his breath and immediately regretted it because it was somewhat like talking to him self. "Don't worry about it" he then said to him self. The night was cold. Hence the snow mist. Jerome's nose was leaking by the time he got into the small room that was at the end of the all in a small square brick building. The land lord had not been shoveling the walk. Jerome knew that his neighbor would be complaining in the morning. The phone rang and Jerome picked it up absent mindedly. He hardly got phone calls so he was under the impression that it was dream. His days had been like dreams lately. snow mist dreams of purgatory. "Jerome?" Said the person on the other end. @@@@@ Natural light. It was flickering off his sweating red face. He was going on about fucking a girl out back of a bar in the dead of winter. Jerome sat at a distance and with a sad dead expression of expressionlessness he goaded the man telling the story without even knowing. The man would look over and think to himself. 'Why is this kid not enjoying himself?' It was a magical night for Larry. He had taken some of the people down from the training he was putting on for the hotel and now they were drinking with him in a bar he liked and here was this young fuck over at the next table with that smug curl in his lips and hate running out of his black eyes. The people from the training up at the hotel had a big day ahead of them and bowed out in their timid sheepish way in which their lives would be chosen for them. Thinking of this, Larry looked over at the tall obstruction of his dream. Jerome was slight. However with the right layering he looked fit. This was something he at least half knew (Jerome) because he was always sweating from the layers. He had a bad odour problem and his face was red from the heat of the layers but he had not been beaten up since grad school and even when that happened his clothing layers padded the beating. Of course, Larry knew nothing of the layers. Jerome's outer "skin" layer today was a leather trench coat and Larry was having to work up the courage to go over and talk to him. Larry let out a long unsteady breath as his eyes squinted and 'The Good, the Bad and the Ugly' music started up in the back of his mind. Jerome was thinking about the lack of decent socks in his wardrobe. He must be ignoring me to intimidate me. The little fucker's good. Thought Larry. Larry drank a long drink of his triple that the bartender had plopped in front of him saying it was his last. Larry cocked his head and smiled. Jerome looked over at Larry. An older man with a widow's peak in his black hair was staring at him, head to one side. 'Free beer,' went through Jerome's mind. Jerome looked at the man (Larry) and smiled. The man came over to Jerome's seat and sat down. @@@@@@ It was Larry. “What's new Larry?” asked Jerome. "Jerome, I was talking to that girl...” “Mmm.” “Yeah and she said...” “Larry, I really do not give the slightest.” “Oh, I like your sense of humour. I have been around buddy, you know.” “No. I have not been around, Larry. I am a loser.” “I do not think you think you are a loser.” “No.” “Anyway, so she came over at around 11 and I was there watching porn on the computer.” “Good porn?” “It was alright.” “Yeah, what was it?” “Girl on girl shit.” “Intense?” “Ah, you know, but that is not what we are talking about.” “Larry, you are having a mid-life crisis. Go back to your wife.” At this Larry laughed. “Yeah, right?!” Questioning his own dismissal while making it and not wanting to believe that he did in fact insist on something that he was not at heart in agreement with, he was confused. “Larry, I got shit to do,” said Jerome eying a book about John Lennon on the table. “Okay, try to get your ass to work.” Larry had gotten Jerome a job at the hotel. “You like my ass, don't you Larry.” “I do.” Larry said with a sexual inflection that made Jerome somewhat sick to his stomach. The things Jerome had done for money. “When do I work next?” “Wednesday.” “Cool.” Jerome hung up the phone and picked up the book on John Lennon.@@@@@@@ Smells on the bus or metro always bothered Larry. Larry was sitting beside a girl that was in an ecco jacket trying to look cool. Trying to impress her. The girl kept looking straight ahead. "Oh that's hot!" the girl says. She giggles a bit and glances sideways at Larry. Larry smiles and looks himself up and down trying to find the source of the hotness. "Ha!" he says holding up his purple dress shirt. "This is Winner's. Cheap stuff really." The girl smiles and sticks her tongue out to lick her red lips and exposes her diamond tongue ring. "He's so hot." Larry looks around. His hair is greasy and he wears jeans with "stop" written in graffiti style in a ripped out spot just above the knee. Larry did not know what this meant but the young girls at the store had said his butt looked good in them. Remembering this, Larry got up and faked looking for a coin he'd dropped. The girl was laughing. "Hey buddy" she said tapping Larry on the shoulder. "You mind, I am on the phone. I'll give you whatever you dropped." She was pointing at her blue tooth. Larry slinked back into his seat muttering "That's okay." @@@@@@@@ Larry's wife, Chanel, was out on the town with friends. They had been drinking. There was a fake fire pit and classy looking atmosphere in general. Her friends had been good about not bringing up the breakup of her and her husband. "You made more money then him, hey?" Lucy said to Chanel. Chanel smiled a "I'm gonna bite your head off if you're not careful" smile. "I don't feel bad. Larry was an ass. He made a mistake. He left me because a girl smiled at him on the bus." "What? That is strange? What do you think? He had an affair?" "I think he's an idiot that reads too much into things like fucking smiles. I think he saw me getting a bit older and thought he could trade me in for a newer model!" Chanel said in a cold laconic, cutting voice. Her friend who had had a moment alone with Chanel was taken aback at this omission of suspicion. "Well, he's a fucking retard asshole then, Chanel. You need a real man. A classy man." Chanel saluted Lucy with her glass and they both looked over intently at the clean cut buff guys at the next table, who came in after the last game of the season.> @@@@@@@@@@

from the anus of GAP

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judih
thanks for doing that. I knew it needed cleaning up. that's why I noted that it was found under a pair of bloody boxers in a bus shelter...

I have decided to just never edit and claim I found all my work in discusting place and that sugest that so mad man vaga bond wrote it and I found it and typed it up as a game or joke.

judih though, I thank you for tdoing it. I a, going to clean up my stuff--I have to start, otherwise I will not be taken seriouse

well now that we're talking about cleaning up and editing, I just have one comment...

I'd really like to read it, Geoff!

But there are no paragraph breaks and it just looks like too hard on my eyes to tackle.

So, if you decide to do an edit (even though you say you're going to "never edit".. lol.. but if you change your mind and decide to, could you make some paragraphs and repost it on this thread so I can more easily read it?

I DO take you seriously but my eyes hurt.

I thought about that too. I have not read it yet either. I will read it, but I might have to print it out.

Reminds me of what a Friend told me about the First editons of the KJV of the bible

It was one paragraph from begining to end.

Catchy title.
I am going to try to read it when my eyes are not so strained, been up all night working on the computer.

it was all edited but it wont copy past on to here

hmmm... I wonder why not.... I copy and paste onto here all the time... [/i]

Yeah I copy and paste onto here all the time too, But not hardly ever on the GO board. I just GO>

maybe geoff meant that it was a stream, he just opened a text box and let it go. Kind of like a GO?

I have no idea what else GP could have meant how else does anything get here except copy and paste.

Larry let out a long unsteady breath as his eyes squinted and 'The Good, the Bad and the Ugly' music started up in the back of his mind. Jerome was thinking about the lack of decent socks in his wardrobe. He must be ignoring me to intimidate me. The little fucker's good. Thought Larry

not knocking I like it

You call that a "clean-up" judih? that's still dirty.

i give you clean up~!


EDITING FOLLOWS:
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found in a COLLECTION PLATE AT CATHOLIC CHURCH NEXT TO a bus stop shelter)



@@@@@@ Soaked to the point that the shoes made a Shuush sound when he walked. He saw through the snow mist night the girl like dream. "DARN" he said under his breath and immediately regretted it because it was somewhat like talking to him self. "Don't worry about it" he then said to him self. The night was cold. Hence the snow mist. Jerome's WATERBOTTLE was leaking by the time he got into the small room that was at the end of the all in a small square brick building. The land lord had not been shoveling the walk. Jerome knew that his neighbor would be complaining in the morning. The phone rang and Jerome picked it up absent mindedly. He hardly got phone calls so he was under the impression that it was dream. His days had been like dreams lately. snow mist dreams of purgatory. "Jerome?" Said the person on the other end. @@@@@ Natural light. It was flickering off his sweating WATERBOTTLE. He was going on about PLAYIN CARDS OUT back of a bar in the COLD of winter. Jerome sat at a distance and with a sad dead expression of expressionlessness he goaded the man telling the story without even knowing. The man would look over and think to himself. 'Why is this kid not enjoying himself?' It was a magical night for Larry. He had taken some of the people down from the training he was putting on for the hotel and now they were drinking with him in a bar he liked and here was this young LAD over at the next table with that SMOOTH curl in his lips and hate running out of his black eyes. The people from the training up at the hotel had a big day ahead of them and bowed out in their timid sheepish way in which their lives would be chosen for them. Thinking of this, Larry looked over at the tall obstruction of his dream. Jerome was slight. However with the right layering he looked fit. This was something he at least half knew (Jerome) because he was always SINGING from the layers. He had a FINANCIAL problem and his CAP was red from the DYE but he had not been STUDYING GRAMMAR since grad school and even when that happened his clothing layers EXISTED. Of course, Larry knew nothing of the layers. Jerome's WARDROBE today was a leather trench coat and Larry was having to work up the courage to go over and talk to him. Larry let out a long unsteady breath as his eyes squinted and DIXIE CHIX music started up in the back of his mind. Jerome was thinking about the lack of decent socks in his wardrobe. He must be ignoring me to intimidate me. HALLELUYAH. Thought Larry. Larry drank a long drink of his WATERBOTTLE that the MAIDEN had plopped in front of him saying it was his last. Larry ANGLED his CANE and smiled. Jerome looked over at Larry. An older man with a ROMNEY-ESQUITY in his black hair was staring at him, head to one side. 'Free BIRD,' went through Jerome's mind. Jerome looked at the man (Larry) and smiled. The man came over to Jerome's seat and sat down.SHUCKS! It was Larry. “What's new Larry?” asked Jerome. "Jerome, I was talking to that PREACHERl...” “Mmm.” “Yeah and she said...” “Larry, I really do not give the slightest.” “Oh, I like your sense of humour. I have been around buddy, you know.” “No. I have not been around, Larry. I am a WINNER.” “I do not think you think you are a HEN.” “No.” “Anyway, so she came over at around 11 and I was there watching SPORTS on the computer.” “Good GAME?” “It was alright.” “Yeah, what was it?” “FIVE ON FIVE BASKETBALL” “Intense?” “Ah, you know, but that is not what we are talking about.” “Larry, you are having a mid-life crisis. Go back to your DENTIST.” At this Larry laughed. “Yeah, right?!” Questioning his own dismissal while making it and not wanting to believe that he did in fact insist on something that he was not at heart in agreement with, he was confused. “Larry, I got NOTHING to do,” said Jerome eying a book about John THE BAPTIST on the table. “Okay, try to get your COMPUTER to work.” Larry had gotten Jerome a job at the hotel. “You like my BRAIN, don't you Larry.” “I do.” Larry said with a SOUTHERN inflection that made Jerome somewhat FULL IN his stomach. The things Jerome had done for SALVATION. “When do I work next?” “Wednesday.” “Cool.” Jerome hung up the phone and picked up the book on John THE BAPTIST. SPIDERS CRAWLING on the bus or metro always bothered Larry. Larry was sitting beside a MANEQUIN that was in an OLD jacket trying to look cool. Trying to impress her. The MANEQUINl kept looking straight ahead. "Oh that's hot!" SOMEONE says. She giggles a bit and glances sideways at Larry. Larry smiles and looks himself up and down trying to find the source of the SPIRITUALITY. "Ha!" he says holding up his purple dress shirt. "This is Winner's. Cheap stuff really." The MANEQUINE ENDURES and MODELS A MOOMOO. "He's so hot." Larry looks around. His hair is ROMNIFIED and he wears jeans with A PATCH COVERING a ripped out spot just above the knee. Larry did not know what this meant but the STORECLERKS at the store had said his butt looked good in them. Remembering this, Larry got up and STARTED looking for a coin he'd dropped. The girl was ABSENTMINDED. "Hey buddy" she said tapping Larry on the shoulder. "You mind, I am on the phone. I'll give you whatever you dropped." She was pointing at her blue tooth. Larry slinked back into his seat muttering "That's okay." PRAISE BE. Larry's PERFUME, Chanel, was out on the town with friends. They had been WAITING. There was a NICE fire pit and classy looking atmosphere in general. Her friends had been good about not bringing up the MARRIAGE of her and her husband. "You made more money then him, hey?" Lucy said to Chanel. Chanel smiled a "I'm gonna MISS THE TRAIN you're not careful" smile. "I don't feel ANYTHING. Larry was an ANAESTHESIOLOGIST. He made a MUFFIN. He left me because a MANEQUINl smiled at him on the bus." "What? That is strange? What do you think? He had A JOB OFFERr?" "I think he's an INSPIRATION that reads too much into things like STRANGE smiles. I think he saw me getting a bit older and thought he could trade me in for a newer model!" Chanel said in a cold DRY cutting voice. Her friend who had had a moment alone with Chanel was taken aback at this omission of suspicion. "Well, he's a SWELL CHAP, Chanel. You need a DAY OFF. A COOKING CLASS." Chanel saluted Lucy with her FLAG LAPEL and they both looked over intently at the FLOWERS ON the next table, who came in after the last RAIN the season.> @@@@@@@@@@

from the MIND of BILL GATES.
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oooh! sparkly clean. e-dog, you know your cleansing products.

gotta admit, paragraphs would be nice.
anyone care to take a leap?

I kind of like it liked it was. But I am kind of superstitious.

I believe in things I don't understand.
Like quantum physics, poetry, music, G d and stuff like that.

As if Geoff knew exactly what he was doing
Every typo was carefully crafted.

I liked e-dog's version too.

Still trying to figure out why I thought the bit about socks was so funny.

Have you ever felt that every step was a leap of faith.

edog what did you do? pg13 my writing?