Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

—- she is talking
About staying in the house
About anything that crosses her mind-
The thing is
She is lost
Into the great sea she tossed
Her last opportunity
Everything she sought to find
Made her love selfish and blind

Every subject is touched and gone
To someone that is trying to please
Every one
This is something she
Wished for once on a star
Now she knows it is bazaar
Until she is done

She gets angry if you are not with eyes
Looking at her while she speaks

Sometimes her self esteem is what she buys
She lives in a bubble has 5 dogs
She seems like she is going to a cocktail party
She does not see she is sinking in the bogg

She thinks that by not being real
That somehow her heart will not be broken
This is more of that which is unspoken

She is living with a man that she w——
WAnts to take care of her

She is often wanting to act like a boss
Perhaps it would be wise to look inside
So many people want to give me morbid details
Of sex marriage and relationships

Do you not see me wince while being quite graphic
Sometimes I want jump out of your car into traffic

Just shut up
Allow for the breathe in the body
While speaking can you just breathe in and out

This is why the Hawaiians call us “ hoales “
Talking so fast like there is coffee instead of blood in your veins
Manic people talk fast
Used to people not listening so they try to put every topic in five minutes
They are terrible storytellers
Naming people like you know them
Not having been introduced
Endorphins Are indoor friends

That’s right

Woo woo girls are hard to reset because they are so stuck on” I’m speacil the aliens are downloading
Wow I have had major synchronism and ...
airy fairy woo woo girls think that being gifted
Is enough
I’m manifesting a new life

Dr Livingston looks carefully at the face and sees an entity sucking on her face
She is gray now
Her eyes seemed to have faded
She is dredging up the past
Her ancestors her evil mother
Saving grandma from mother in Texas
I’m the only one that knows
She says
Perfectly a pretzel
Twisted in a pattern only she can follow
She has not been eating
Going to get pain pills
I told them I was in pain she says
Maybe
She is going to die
I guess that is my fear
She is the girl that made it difficult for the other women
So much drama
Always saturated in ridiculous tasks
Storage units and photos of antiques
So much crap- one million brass candlestick holders
A sculpture rises in my body

Perhaps wind chimes
Clearly sounding to another
The rumored bliss
Of being

That was the moment
An imagine that your kiss
Is one I would not forget
She had not been lucky
In love
Was afraid
Of that parade
Of emotional emeshment
No sleep overs
That is how love starts
Dreaming together dr Livingston looks away

It has been a long tim she said