Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

the radiation had affected all of them
her throat was raw-lungs barely weezing... the sunlight seemed different, her eyesight more alive..
wishing for a more wholesome and loving life
she woke the fuck up and made coffee

good morning sunshine
she woke the fuck up and made coffee[/quote]

snowman- ugh you have no idea how much i did not like the snow in 2009-however- thanx- the coffee is better this morning, and i am not running for the door so it s all good-

She said she’d brew the coffee, but she bled
the water plain. She said she’d set the ta-
ble, but the cupboards full remained. She said
that she was happy, but then I said: Then say
no more— there’s gotta be a better way.
I asked is she’d been honest, and she pled
she’d never lied. I’m limited, not la-
zy was the truth that she’d confide. Instead
of being perfect, she’d grown fond of be-
ing good. Instead of being right, she’d come
to value understood. Instead of true
confessions, she’d confess to what is true:
You don’t add up to love when love’s become
the sum of you: you’re simply somehow free.

you rock joel soooo good- sweet keep writing she is still around-