Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

it is nuthin
the tube of the wave, the rush timeless water droplets spinning forcefully while flying floating in the center
invisable magnetism that propels me in a direction
and i want to sleep
in a place in a glass
house on a hill i am paintiing
i see my hands moving
but i am still far away
jumping through hoops
but being led
here

I like it CS
I feel propelled my self in a vortex of desire
I open a text box to find myself here
I know I am here now
But when I close this text box I am lost again
Where
Outside looking through the glass of this monitor at where I am now. Like being in an aquarium, or under a bell jar. Life on the screen.

Solipsized silicon humans
mean while I feel the walls closing in
claustrophobia propells me out the door
I mentioned this to a preacher and he got down just burst into prayer, "Oh lord Jesus Christ take Jack's claustrophobia away." Ingrate that I am, I told him I don't lose any sleep over the claustrophobia but these cigarettes are killing me. And if He is of a mind to take something away I wish it would be that. But the preacher did not want to go there.


geez I hope you understand that my rambles are not your fault.
I remember you saying or at least I think it was you
saying that it was nice to find a place where you are understood
then you see a post like this one and you might wonder about it.

i like it too,

sleeping in glass
cracks in my waking mind
drowning in thoughts
to many to count.
iblieve