Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

throwing fowl balls haphazardly while six juncos sighed lined in purple

later said it was time to go
before hell became unchained
and tripped the principles

i spoke without hearing
and landed a notice of rebuke
without giving doubt a try

was becoming going down
along with those two lips
nesting on the penguins..?

<center>delirium handed out free
to all takers on a spree
theft of the highest degree</center>

what the. it should... really
"buttress yr self lefty!" shh...
whispers behind explosions

and some daze some days
(they're) not like tomorrows
but guides to the beginning

sun day be rite
ripe for the grip
on the edge of
the flip

u r so creative. always a treat to read the mtmynd!

~westie

wired : sumday it 'tis... ripe without blemish... edging out the in. (trubee)

wester : make wyrds... computer compo-zzzishuns .. capa(wild)bill-ities

<center>[[--((((~(color blind) (happens...)))))-]]</center>
... write side, write hand(ed)... write on.... look! ma... it's only writing the right

TY