Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

slippin the emergency into the embryo bone before ammunition becomes signal I medicine countless amounts that way to employ erasure in the educations of our tribal dwellings up & down the alley -

- even going is but egg not cure as some have it ... agriculture leaves gaps in the air force & the sky is messenger of fear ... some only want to escape answer, to establish the slavery of freedom

- it seems there is never enough equipment in the endless maw of the heart ... love engineers the environment, peoples it with the especially, then evaporates completely leaving only the missile event to mark the spot - even done right it is only an estimate ...

- only the anarchy of our ancestors gets passed to us so we copy them and become our enemies - then grasp sociopathetic at small harmonies - then, pure with wonder, we wander around going "What time is it?"

Yeah! got snow?

winter a hard enemy
chilled to the bone
thinking of a miracle

don't mind me
just say high jack
I got warm sunshine and breezy
But I think about Dallas covered in ice

I want to give you snow.
I'd give you my very own.
That's friendship, to go get snow and give it to those we think of all this time
is time spent in snow and snow is made of water, water is the great communicator.
That's me talking to you.

Foot prints.

Well, if that just don't bone my wagon nothing will ! Just give over with that snow, Honey Child - I'll lick it til it all melts !

because we're friends !