Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

it starts with a little wiggle in your donkey
then a chill runs up your spine
and a razor sheet of fear
slices through your gut

soldier summit utah in winter
a fifty fifty chance of dry road and sunshine
zen and the art of driving by the seat of your pants

not like there is someone to blame
except yours truly
I thought about that hard curve in the shadows all day while I was running around the city delivering my picante suace.

Money, oh yes, Jews are so smart about money.
Who needs money
It can't buy me love
it can only be the difference between life and death
and I always get what I got coming never have to ask




meanwhile who is to live and who to die
me or my Foo Dog



me to the doctor or him to the Vet
I guess I will worry about it on pay day
if he can hold out another four days with out urinating.

I would rather put a bullet in his brain
then see him suffer like this.

no desire to put one in mine

thinking about how to dispose of his remains.

What to do with my remains. Motorcycle is paid for I wonder if I could be buried with that. I have to check into it.

Meanwhile hell is not much of an issue for me these days. Would I go to hell for my heretical faith?

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five days no meds
blood sugar funk
diabetes is a fun disease for the old
first of all there is the self inflicted stupidity of it
then there are the black moods
and nightmares



my blood runs green
my lazy fat slob of a boss
the copper smell of blood
a pit of despising and despair

sinking in a sea green shaft of light
down to davy jones locker
where I sleep
big
and breathe water

my calm spirit belies my bursting lungs
confident in the sea giving up its dead

Not easy watching him suffer
money
what a fucking old fool I am

what have I done to deserve a dignified death

say too much
I ain't said nothing yet

Perhaps the only true dignity of man is his capacity to despise himself. George Santayana

I got ten more blood pressure pills
the nail in my left temple has stopped pounding
I can make it till my paycheck comes.

but can the dog survive two more days without pissing.

I could write a hot check on thursday be good on Friday if I get my paycheck on time.

I could blame it on the Federal Reserve
Or George Bush
I could blame it on a woman
I could blame in on Ayn Rand

I know it's nobodies fault
but is it mine
yes I think so
What a difference a line of credut makes

I got too complacent
I started counting on it being there
am I victim of wall street
but my dog is a victim of me

I have not made a garden of my life
maybe next year
or maybe this is as far
as I will get

one thing certain
this is it
the way it is
the way I am

Don't Nietzsche me jack
You will never change

It is the The Thirty-Third Of August and I am finally touching Down

it is only money
only life or death

"I wish I was half the man my dog thinks I am"
Thomas Mann, A Man and His Dog

ground is so hard
somekind of black clay
I need a pick axe
14 inches deep
so far done for the night
finish in the morning

I am touching down
learned my lesson about money
hating it is just as bad as greed

I gave it all away
nothing for a rainy day
nothing for the forlorn rags of old dogs


anything universal
any message here
for anyone but me

as if I got to see my thoughts in black and white


r.i.p. my furry four footed friend
see ya in puppy dog heaven

Sorry, Jack.

thank you