Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

put i the weekender's cell my last night
i sat and read
angry at white
and the light never shows you
all that's there

with no where to go
grey hound local service
snow hurts the eyes
the sun sine burn out your retinas
anyway you look

trapped in a cell
mind crawls over it's self

trapped in a cell

cryptic messages
from somewhere you don't know
forgot
threw away
ran from
tried
and they all cared so much

whats it i was saying

red sleepless eyes burn
it's snowing again
it xmass again
sell me my cell
be my eye glass
cut my soul
you can';t i never had one

4 30 am
weird thoughts creep
in light of day scratching head like hang over
no booze only late night introspection reflection

die in your cell
like everyone else
don't be a baby
everyone eats the same food anyway

fucker...

GAP

A harsh light

I can relate to it on some molecular level just below the event horizon of consciousness.

please pardon the random quotes about molecules

"Meaning leaks from the molecules"
"meet your maker the mad molecule"

I think you are a fucking genius
writer
But I am crazy
so that is not much praise.
I suppose.

I should put my money where my mouth is and buy your fucking book.

yup

there is a big ice cream cone in the sky

I got a heck of a deal on the book because
A U.S. Dollar = 1.03932 Canadian. I saved about sixty cents I think. Wotta deal.

Keep on writing Geoff.

thanks for buying--me royalties are spose to come soon i hope i get a 100 bucks

fucker.

right on
H

I am just hoping it was money well spent

Enjoy your money

Buy some warm socks and polarized sun glasses I hope

Keep on writing

I bought the book. A few days after I got it, before I even had a chance to read it, my friend Kevin dropped by. He loved the title and started reading it. He said, "Can I borrow this?" I said, "Sure, but borrow means I need to get it back. I haven't read it yet." He said, "Of course."

I haven't seen it since.

He must be a fan!