Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

i stop
get a hold of
but you wouldn't
wanna say grasp
arms at side
loosening
shaking out demons
too much pressure
this pressures got to stop
floating, flowing, flapping
et spiritu sanctu
breath in/breath out
it passes, excitement fades
onto the next ordeal in a
world where nothing
really matters

Ta Ta Strokes Please?

Titty Titty Spit Police?

Two Tomato Spaghetti Pasta?

Tornado Twist Stupidity Piss?

WTF?

....

Nice pome.

this too shall pass....whenever carole jean would go into a depression funk it was her mantra.....dem was hard times.....

Aha! Thx...Carole Jean and I were sisters...we just didn't have enough time.

she was a one of a kind...one of only 2 artists i have known who could make it thru life off their art exclusively....its a hard do in america, somehow she survived with confidence....

She was a gem... RIP ... loved her.. wish we had more time. I admired her work. Had fun enjoying a drink with her, too.

I made it 23 years doing graphics but lotsa people don't call that "real" art, but what do they know? Not much, I'll tell ya that.

went through this a few days ago.

get a hold of
but you wouldn't
wanna say grasp

....i gots a tiger by the tail its plain to see....i think thats a roger miller line?

its a drug
call it the
bootstrap pill
some can dance
others end up
in the psyche
ward, never
tell a trained
practitioner u
felt like jumpin'
in front of a bus
even if ur dying
with cancer they'll
lock you away on
the 7th floor and
take the knitting
needles away

yeah....someday, i'll write this wild ride of a life down....i guess...

that perpetual jam's a story in itself..... ....they keep saying save it or copy it round here, but honestly i never go back reading my shit....its all about the next one....

that perpetual jam's a story in itself..... ....they keep saying save it or copy it round here, but honestly i never go back reading my shit....its all about the next one....

all about the next text box
the next Action poem

breath in/breath out
it passes, excitement fades
onto the next ordeal in a
world where nothing
really matters

pass over thoughts
next to last post
all my vitals out of wack

sun going to shine out my back door one day
one fast move or I am gone
dying bike rider's blues

trained practitioners of the art of survivalhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TU_lDzJ85m4
of all the peeps in the world you woulda thought...