Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

I enter the versed feast as fabulous wax animal -
prepared for all kinds of fluttering
purring with game
pardon my board but up your bush tent
you can rob all the control you can handle but I'm telling ya it won't end well
- if that's what you was aiming for -

existence has body O how madly we purr even in sleep -
this is machine-gun - the alcoholic is wander-shut with magic children who are mountainous & gifted & who wave at the birds -
... there is no other way for it to be
no matter how bloody envious you get
purr-purr-purr /

it's a trick march, a false shop, a strive saddle with a fear of the normal
or that there is no normal to fear (mad purr) (mad purr)
consider it not a joke
but hope for an animated bedroom
a well-groomed blushing cave
bring the minister with his scrub language political
to fold you lovely into
the shivering tax and wed you
to the abounding & never-ending exchange

you can quack afterwards
(purr/purr/purr)

That cat keeps looking at me
Every little motion in the sunlight
Breathing in the new day
- the delusional woman is happy
The pool spa warm and inviting
No one else around
Naked under the fingernail moon
Making plans for the day
Future swoops in like an eagle

Once I heard that a group of Native American people were out in the woods with this little dog.... eagle took it
Life

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Cats are not really my favorite if you ever had a cat in the tropics you would understand -
Once when I had 4 cats they were looking at me - out of cat food- and I was sick-
They looked at me like " lunch"
No more cats