Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Breakfast in bed. Tastes yummy.

Hot chocolate and homefries. Mmm.

The 5-word Story Recap:

She ate apples in May.
But I couldn't do it.
Detest apples, but love her.
Heart stamped by boots. Pancaked.
Lady makes him laugh, unintentionally.
Crushed hearts flattened. Comic material.
The damnedest things do.
Four words, not five. Onemore?
Ok, Speedy, I'm outta here.
Teeheehee. He makes her laugh.
Articulate pancakes rolling my way
sticky sweet butter and syrup.
five words
zero thoughts
period.
fruit and passion, woman's laughter
after the apple is bit
after she leaves the garden
she wears a fig leaf
the fashion industry is born
Later Newton discovers gravity's laws
May apples ? But it's June !
In June she eats peaches
Yellow peaches, prime time eats!
Peachy women make me hungry.
He knows lust and dust.
He knows lust; she desire.
He desires power over her.
She overpowers him with desire.
Her avatar makes him nervous.
She wonders why he's nervous.
he wamts to forget desire
Desire: Is this his nervousness?
Beauty, truth in five words.
Truth, exponentially evolving in time...
She digresses. She loves apples.
He punctuates for her: toothlessly.
Prefers peaches when in season.
The intention behind his intention
The intellect behind her mask
Flesh and blood(,) lust, and dust
His heart solipsises passion
He cheats takes six turns.
He takes his turns, unabashedly.
He pounces yet she retreats.
He flounces, she knows better.
They dine, tension between them.
They talk about Maurice Chevalier.
They talk about Che Guevarra.
They talk about beat women
They talk about Kerouac's Iphigenia
They talk about surface tension.
They talk about her poetry.
The waiter brings the check
Then say goodbye and part
My daughter granted your wish
Each part ways, contemplate things.
Five words, is a bitch.
I quit because it's difficult
(5 1/2 words)
Contemplating Gertrude Stein's statistical reality.
...with egg on his beard
The egg was scrambled, salted.
Breakfast in bed. Tastes yummy.
Hot chocolate and homefries. Mmm.

that's very cool, lucy!

we made a collaborative poem! yay!

thanks for putting them together like that! I dig it!

It starts again, newly reborn.

It's raining, the thing rises.

Rises like a thick mist.

Rises like a thick mist.

The earth can't hold it.

The sea swallows it up.

The algae consumes its intestines.

...and then licks its lips.

Ready to pounce, he snarls.

Thundering for the plunder, Ah!

She kisses the Hallucinogenic toad.

"Romance is a surreal concept"