Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Yep, be as descriptive as possible on anything in less than 43 words.
All of you are talented so I'm looking foward to what you have to say.
-Lucy

His hands felt like raw carrots against her soft skin, cutting into her fresh, firm face with the sharpness of perenial dryness, solid dirt permanently fixed under the surface of his nails and the smell of earth embedded in his flesh.

my chemicals changed as i came, coursing through veins like milk in a fire hose, revealing hidden wonders, inducing awe as sensual doors opened towards self-fulfilment; shivering took on new meaning as i goose-pimpled my winters away - 1974

I am empty
As hollow as a beer bottle
With a nickles worth of value
Someone
Pick me up
Dust me off
Arrange flowers in the top
And make me feel beautiful
Even if I'm not

Oh mayby sometime,
Mousey gets emptied,
waiting to be filled
a vessal from a yard sale
waiting to choose
the right one
someone who would
pick her up, dust her off,
put some flowers in a vase
cause she's pretty darned
lovely not to mention beautious,
as she is.....


http://www.studioeight.tv/artists/doree ... ective.jpg
as they all are. still alive still lifes, a genre of impending creative flux.

Awwwww, Jimbo!

You sure know how to make a beer bottle blush!

Wait till you see my next avatar.....(she said purposefully.)
I'm waiting for the daffydils to bloom...
I'll say no more. Shhhhh, Mousey's the word.

Thanks ya big lug.

....still alive still lifes, a genre of impending creative flux.

I like that.

Doreen created that painting? Cool!

I like the little mousey!!!!! Don't take it away!!!!!
an I ain't a big lug.
am built for comfort
not for speed.

<center>now i remember lucy
when her lips were oh so juicy
then she slipped and fell
everything went to hell

now her hair sticks up
her eyes are wide open
she's become a post-grunge-shocker
ploying her time playing poker
gambling with fools.</center>

lugnut!

i hope you had a nightcap.

big boobs-drool drool, tung hanging
cock stiff
walikng like zombie
licking lips
big boobs
awrooga!
chu chu
eyeballs stick out like cartoon
bowtie spinssss-sasss

beastie boy is about to spring loose
what next?
a joyous swath of smooth chalked lessons
in youth's affair with time.

We Are.

Glittering with unreasonable joy, she pedaled her schwinn in rapturous thrusts of forward motion towards the little grocery mart where the pedophile clerk worked. Powered by the stamina of good time charlie euphoria, her pockets bulged with ice cream money enough for all.....

Frigid February morning, still dark as night, stars glittering across the windshield with dash light reflections. Moonlit casts tree shadows against the white snow on the mountainside, on the other side a sheer drop into the Green River. Beauty and terror, black ice.
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that is wrong, how could there be glittering stars and moonlight, I think I confusing two different mountains, Donner Pass in the moonlight and Soldier's Summit Utah.

I got to fix this no time now.
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Head-lights cast tree shadows on snow.

Well, I’m runnin’ down this mountain pass at midnight
Those truckers they all flash their lights at me
…
The moonlight on the snow just sets me thinking
‘Bout the way your smile shines upon your face

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Another forty three words to explain tree shadows, I was listening to Dan Fogelberg on the radio. Around a right hand bend in the road looking straight out on nothing but stars and a steep dark drop into the river valley. Husserl’s Televison