Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

"Don't think, just write" he told me, placing fingers on my lips.
Don't think, just write.
But what the hell am I writing for?
I'm not writing for all the times when you didn't answer the phone while I was home alone wishing you were here like postcards from places where waters are clear
Where daughters are queer.
I'm not writing for all the times when it was always Conveniently my turn to buy the contraception; don't feed me your deception,
Dammit, I'm not hungry right now!
I'm not writing for the curse words we spit through tainted phone lines you hone lines from the headquaters of bullshit, and I bit, I should split, But I can't
Because of nights we spent together under the stars, kissing in cars and sneaking in bars...
Coming home late to angry parental glares, while I'm sneaking up the stairs, and to my room, shrouded in gloom which brightens

When I see your face.
All the frown lines your bright smile can erase and I pace the floor hoping for just a bit more of you.
I made soup for you when you were sick... but you did not eat it.
I played songs for at night, but you did not hear them.
I fucking picked flowers for you,
And YOU DID NOT SMELL THEM!
That's what I'm writing for.
And I graffitied it on the sides of empty buildings and barren parking lots, spots covered my jeans as I doodled amongst the fiends.
Past the rolling trains it rains and pains me to know that even though you gave me smiles, showcased your wiles; I would not be in your wet dreams.
I would not be in your day dreams;
And I wonder what you may dream.
I scream.
You don't care.
And that is what I'm writing for.

I really enjoyed this Izy.

And the daisies were the icing on the verbal cake.

Beeootiful!

And what the hell am I writing for? To show you my appreciation for the read, of course!

Thanks Iz.

oh mousey... you're the gweatest. *bats eyelashes*

--k

No fair batting eyelashes!

If I were a man....if I were a man....I'd be weak in the knees!
Well, who am I kidding...I am weak in the knees....

but it's only

Old age creeping in!



You keep batting girl....Keep on swinging!

Iz: again, I like the way how you write what you write.
saludos & margaritas,

Arcadia

if you were a man... if you were a man... you'd be a man. lol. thanks for being quite possibly the coolest Canadian EVER!!!! As for you, arcadia... you are simply the best, and I love a margurita!!!

--k

queer daughters
flying saucers
moral majorities
and me with out a clue


I don't know why I take so much from your words, I think you are a great cook with words. and you know the way to a man's heart.
Feel like you fed me

I'm unmentionably glad that I can be of service to you!!!! I always enjoy feeding people. (Though usually my specialty is bullshit, I make an exception for the studio eight family).

--k

Bullshit or no bullshit makes for a fine feast!!!! Yech!!!That didn't come out right!

Thanks Iz....I am rather cool....icicles often drip from my nose!

I like the "studio 8 family" touch.

Why try anything?
Why, when there are no reasons, no rewards, no goals, why?
Is it to describe the inner futility or the bezerking about?
Maybe something will happen by chance.

Desperation gives way to solitude.
Lonliness trusts no one.
Despair nips at every chance.

Feel good, the gurus say.

What is to become of us?

Then she shows us the flowers.
Bright and sunny catching rays
out of the deep.


A metaphor for Izzy, Kaylalala.
We know her secrets.

'zat your photo, Izy? Did you take that?

If so, could I turn it into a banner?

Don't think, just write is very good advice, btw.

Why do we do it? I have no clue.

Because if we don't, we'll spontaneously combust, probably.