Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

we heard a rumor that you were dead on the same day we heard you were fitting shoes for starving children in a village far away from we.
thats all fine but, brother? we hope you havent yet had to kill a goat in order for that belly to be filled. some one today answered a number we thought was yours. 666. satan said he knew you, but that you were out and would not return till heaven burned. i smiled as we hung up the phone. we wandered around smoking circles chain style, dancing plagerisms within our memories of your head. 6 shots of some kind of rum, 9 days near our mother made of wood, what is a reason why you would make it seem we're calling out to wood?

I can relate to your lost wood/brother. i too would rather be in hell than in heaven where all is white and perfect, hate white and nothing is ever perfect. Nice musings in a sort of off center and imperfect sort of way which is my reality. lol iblieve