Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

along or alone
I will be
oblivious to death
when I die


http://www.flickr.com/photos/disintegration/4996620988/


a thought provoking poem
thanks for writing

Oblivion is what/where I do/go when I fall asleep

Oblivion is what a drug like Propofol™ does to me




Not much of a Buddhist yet but I am drifting that way,

ride the wave
listen to the music

i dunno- the life inside me will never die- i have tried to kill myself a million times- always pissed when i came to- then = it all went sideways- and i rather liked my equipment rather suddenly- like the 4th of july- come to find out this little temple of a body has secrets- potions and lotions and secret nerves that love life- it pumps thru my heart like drums or loud waves stomping the sand-in all those places- i can be- with a full heart and soul- i failed at death- but i have not failed at living-i was able to pull babies from my hips and watch them turn to men- that i love and respect- that tell even better jokes than i do- and they do voices and go to tiger farms in china and eat fish in chile-they surf- they love life- so the cells can be trained to love life - to want more air- to be outside- to flex the muscle that causes the experiment in directional foreplay- give it the right food- and some smiles- and some laughter- and that life just sparks right up-and well- the trick is to nurture the love and the light- yes- leave it a-long-NICE WRITE

I might as well be a f*cking priest cause I been celibate these past 33 years.

My posts were not so much about suicide Creative Soul. At least not consciously, I am sure I got all kinds of monsters in my not conscious mind. Is there such a thing as a subconscious? and is it the same as being unconscious I am not much for logic or philosophy when I am stoned everthing makes sense even this compulsive typing of mine.

I suppose it was a guy thing sister. justwalt said when I die I will be oblivious to life, I begged to differ with justwalt.
but even so that was a nice riff on
the phenomenology of feminine space time
always a fascinating subject for me

great work, a wild ride I can totally relate to

there are ways that 'death' can be swindled - because an 'ego' death is quite different than the death of an idea, an era, a love that lived shortly and then fizzled out- i have heard it implied that when a certain death comes on the horizon that there is a resurgence of life afterwards- like the smile of someone that has defeated death- and now---- the life they lead is filled with color and warmth and a love that previously - did not mean nearly as much- the implication is that the quality of living would in fact be affected by the deflation of, or change or a 'death like' experience- a rush- the impact of a moment of clarity ; leaving 'old ideas' in the dust-MOVING FORWARD with a new found inspiration as the result of a perception that just died- didnt work anymore- so DEATH is in fact- a larger part of life than i previously could envison-the fear of death seems to be unreasonable- as it would seem is not a permanant condition -i do not think we die- i think we change into another form= i know when i dream there is a reality that is real to me- that defies the body and the logic of the mind-s it would seem that - the things i thought i wanted the most- when i got them- they seemed not quie as shiny- WHY DID I WANT THIS AGAIN? .. so last but not least- sometimes it feels so good you say- 'oh it is to die for='i feel that way when i eat passion fruit--- so maybe there is far too much weight on what we lost or let go of than shall we say- living life to its full potential-the real creative blood has an imagination which with enough curiousity- can transform a piece of paper into a master piece= so maybe this black and white thinking is something that needs to die hard- and bring new life to the places that were not really doing anything exciting anyway- so on that note- life loves you- why not love it=? may your sails be filled with kind breezes and soft winds- may you seek the open seas and the beauty of life in your viens-whether it matters or not-

flash backs and flash forwards
and then there is now
present presence

it beats me
to beat the clock