Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

it was easy to know
hard to remember
just another saturday
she told me come over
i was scared
but we found common ground
magic isnt a figment
its made every day
it is every day
its fucking life
dont forget

There were not many words that could describe what she remembered and what she forgot
Her mind had carrier pidgins sending messages accross a place that was an opening to another universe
That meditation being good for you also meant strengthening the auric fields surrounding each of us..
why touching can be so surreal
Salvador dali lifting the ocean to see..


The sand is coming in
Tumbleweeds and flavored water
Fire ants
They moved to the front yard
There is a mound
Naked are these creatures
My soul giggles
The only reason why