Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

The alchemy of childhood
In the heat of hormonal havoc
This think called parenting and guidance
Showed up made us kind of strange

Or one hippie- one capitalist
Kind of groovy baby-
There was so much romance I was saturated
I had to tell mitilda thunderpussy
To let go
Years later reading books in the air conditioning
Waiting for the sun to go down
Thinking about Georgia okeef

Petal like hands stroked her heart
Vilify light filled the room

Listening to Neil Young "On the Beach"
goes real well with his piece of yours.

kudos.

we all wing it....find ourselves in the middle of strange new territory forced to adlib....and we do our best with the skills we possess at that moment...hopefully we gain a little wisdom along the way....from trial and error....

Yes it is true
She laughed again
Nervous with excitement
The suns rays held her heart