Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

hey, you muthafucka, suck this into yer
bigmouth bullshit lungs, tongue's waggin',
fricking goddamn insecurities saggin' down
to yer knees, like the jeans that don't fit
tryin' to pretend you got some HUGE big shit
to fill it but you don't. I'd use some bad
language if I thought it would make
you fake the possibility that you'd realize
your tries at being God are nihilistic at best,
but I won't, and so I'll just let this whole fucking
thing rest. Good night. Sleep tight. Don't let
the mattress bug ya. Keep the light on to
scare away the itchy fleas and termite
bites. Whatever.

now you got me scratchin....ugh:)

venting poetically is a healthy practice...sure you could keep a journal, but why deprive your fans ..

I save everything, Steve. I learned from the demise of Litkicks not to ever type into the posting box without saving it. I'm not looking for fans. Friendships are important. I've mostly been known as an unknown poet through the years and I don't care. Actually, I don't care one BIT about apathy. Let's have lunch.

friendships make it all worthwhile, hard to imagine life without those connections that make you wanna get up in the morning....and have lunch...ha ha....and I just happen to being starving

I wrote it to Dog (pardon my lysdexia) Hey, I was pissed. *shrug* Thanks for your opium... er, opinion.

heh ... i know, right? I make 'em up as I go along... I'm an open storybook. With illustrations. I get into it ... walk right through it one foot after another.... feet illustrations.

TRY NOT TO THINK OF BED BUGS!
TRY NOT TO THINK OF A THOUSAND RED LIGHTS FOREVER AND EVER
TRY NOT TO THINK OF TEN PINK ELEPHANTS!

"A horse is a horse, of course, of course".... WILBER!!!!