Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

A dog sleeps
I finish my milk
I've been drinking milk from cows all my life
recently I've begun having grazing fantasies

Heavy rain all day
I've stayed inside and listened to a lot of jazz music
a lot of the people I've listened to have been dead for a lot of years

Too much pump has been put into things
quieter moments have been hunted down
and shot / gutted / broken in pieces
left for the wind

dark now
not raining anymore
a fit of sneezing seizes me
between one sneeze and the next I have a thought of Julie London
then of a photo of a ghost shirt in a book

the whole world is a museum.

No! goddamit.
I thought you of all people who still hang
around these godless internet poetry sites
might understand, but NO! maybe not.
Heavy rain all day, and the same here,
and the dog sleeps on with more sense
than the rest of the sleeping dogs.

The World is a Museum.
True.

Never mind.

um, what I meant to say was,

yeah, a dog sleeps. That's cool.

and what pops up.....

I keep coming back to this one...

the mingo wrote:Too much pump has been put into things
quieter moments have been hunted down
and shot / gutted / broken in pieces
left for the wind.

That's about it.

dig that banner rotation seems like i take them for granted most of the time
been trying to be perfect by my time
sometimes i just get a blink of them as i hit the scroll down bar and the slide of they screen and i try to go back to the top banner but it is gone in a flash of silicon blip
sometimes I can get a screen shot before it click off of it


I used this one as my avatar for one of my compulsive user names
too tired to do the code post it tommor
{picture of c_j banner}

going to listen to jack again tonight
been failing asleep during the week listening to dharma bums
so he has been in my dreams lately
maybe I wont
tonight is my sabbath going to fall asleep to the sounds of silence

tonight is my sabbath going to fall asleep to the sounds of silence

Either way we are parked here for the time being. If I had a mind it would be there.
8 degrees outside. Dawn on Tug Hill. * *