Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

And we danced and sang all night drunkenly in the broken congo,
Lightly whispering of wayward love, lust and sex, and every word the God's preached high upon the Heavens, smiling rays of sunlight against dimly lit stars.
We cried tears of joy for all the dead children, strewn about the ocean floor,
Blowing kisses to their corpses. And then we laughed.
Laughed because it was just so fucking hilarious, and we were all insane with what the masses called life.
No one cared to calm our scream, or hold us while we rock from side to side, yelling obsenities, and cursing everything:
So that we bleed intoxication, getting everybody...
HIGH.

Izy, you some talented girl!!!

Yes, I believe your pen really did bleed this one.

Excellent. Thank-you for allowing me the read.

no.... thank U for readin!!!!!

Hey, la, hey ah hey loa hah, cha cha cha
hey la hey ah hey loa hah, keeeeeeeeyla...

"Lightly whispering of wayward love...

...Blowing kisses to their corpses...

...No one cared to calm our scream..."

I like.

I love the image of "broken congo" too.

this is the first piece i posted on litkicks.com and I thought it needed to reemerge.
---k

We cried tears of joy for all the dead children, strewn about the ocean floor,
Blowing kisses to their corpses

nearly Rimbaud...................babes


even Rimbaud 10% of the time beats a bum doing his Bob Service 9 to 5 blooze