Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

blow your load
yea yeah yeah

ha ha ha
what a day
what a day
what passion
passion--yup
passion

dead
dead
dead
dead
all work and no play

all play and no work

damned if you do--or don't

balance>imbalance

the imbalanced talk about balance way more than the balanced

eating ice cream off the floor
filling used condoms with your ice creamed spit

william s. burroughs thought about this stuff one time while masterbating

this was a letter to henry miller from his daughter's angry children

laping up the insane rants
the impulse of nothing

the dead
dead
dead

verge of tears
for nothing

tight shoulder

S A D

sad

S A D

get your PHD on
and fucking skit zo
the skit zoo

watch the mad men leap around with hard ons and the driping cunts squirt

too many drugs
a wasted life
delusions

dead
dead
dead
dead

all try and not sucseed
where was the suck seed
someone should told me nota plant em

good
night to the
dead
dead

dead
dead
dead
dead

dead fucking tierd and not

in
oh no
in
oh no
oh no
oh no

not in the mood

feel dead..


geoff parsons

se siente bien volver
a las paredes amarillas
las perchas con ropa de invierno y verano mezcladas
la radio FM
la seguridad de la alfombra vieja bajo los pies
la cama deshecha

Arcadia wrote:se siente bien volver
a las paredes amarillas
las perchas con ropa de invierno y verano mezcladas
la radio FM
la seguridad de la alfombra vieja bajo los pies
la cama deshecha

translate please

something like:

it feels good
to come back/turn back/return?
to the yellow walls
the perchas (the instrument for hanging clothes) with winter and summer mixed clothes
the FM radio
the security of the old rug under the feet
the bed deshecha/undone?

keep a tight shoulder to the wind

yes

fuck you all you cunts
bitches
ball gone bastards
asshole
fuckers
dicks
and
artists

I love you Geoff
Keep on writing.

Very beautiful Arcadia
thank you.

de nada, s/t!

Sex
nothing at all
but a good time

and I have always wondered how babies get borned


life goes on
Phoebe Rose
after Alamo rose

Title it right, and it gets a whole lotta hits.

wild ride of a poem, geoff

Its babies that put the ape in apricot

when plowing that furrow

conscious conception

if not immaculate

you never know

so many miraculous pregnancies


I always felt the threat of a baby


Added spice to the act.

but what would a brother know about that?