Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

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the nipple of gods finger
tipped my unbrushed face

will u partake of my swallows
burst upon my red breast

trigger my starlings
flocked in flecks
unlidded in open wombed
eyes


slip the milkwood
from unknotted toes

there is a thrush of corned
ears
whistling along the weavers

of birch

flaggelated in fluid beaks
siphoning wormwords

trangressing the hark

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flora, fauna, and man...

always a sight when one takes flight
a dreamers delight making all alright

a fine, imaginative piece, wylde.

Salute, brothers in alms.

It beats me how you ‘all write like that? It inspires me to persist in my ragweed efforts.
sneezed words don't always come out pretty.
dam textboxes, somebody said S8 a nice place to visit hell I live here, I must have tens of thousands of posts here. Some of them make me wince when I stumble onto them while surfing the back pages of studio eight.
Everything coming up Zuihitsu for me lately.
A flowing brush is a rose, is a rose, is a jitterbug keyboard, a blinking cursor, anticipating the next keystroke

Did I say I liked it a lot

sharing is multiplying.
you have given me a gift to plant inside my kernel captain.
thank you for the nourish.
i wash my eyes around the infinity and legacy ploughed into studio 8 and my energy flickers and lingers.


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thank you.