Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

"If you live right, death is a Joke to you as far as fear is concerned. Will Rogers"

Joyce the Elephant in the circus I drove for, her eyes bugged out in fear all the time.
She was part an act where a lion rode on her back. It was a hell of an act. Everyone warned me to becareful. She had killed a previous driver.

I am still scared of Joyce.


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all i can say is "LIFE"
talk about hell hounds on yer trail........

that joyce story is a mindblower. heartbreaking. what fucking idiots these mortals be.

that joyce thing has gotten into my head.

Life,
how did Freida say it.
Viva la vida?

Ten four on the hell hounds. I guess they shot it using some kind of night vision camera, those eyes glowing in the dark spooked me.

Thanks for reading amigos

here is some more dino

Oh yes it was a big hit with the crowd. She wore a lot of padding so she did not get hurt physically. But her psychological pain was extreme. Ah dam shame, those eyes of hers. Elephants have such beautiful brown eyes. The lead elephant would reach out with her trunk when I was walking by. She would wrap her trunk around my waist and pull me to her with irresistible strength. Then she would hold me there and study me with her beautiful eyes. The lashes were exquisite. Sometimes she would take my hand in the end of her trunk and put it in her mouth. I would let my hand rest on a molar the size of a loaf of bread.

When the circus camped out for a show I would make myself a bed out hay bales and sleep nearby them, sometimes I would wake up and feel like I was in the presence of Hindu gods.

got to run out for some cigs. will get back to you on this.

it would make a good short story or poem, jack. you've done that though in your own way. your writing is compelling. this isn't the first time you've hit me with something i'd like to work with.

You have a pool of resentment
I have a pool of paranoia that makes me regret what I say sometimes.

Go for it Dino. I would consider it an honor.
You can fuck with my shit anytime )smile)

I was just thinking of this

animal fates

i'll try my best. thanks jack. i'll work on it today and send it your way if i come up with something worthy.

I never thought I could get into bestiality, but when she was sucking on my hand I have to admit that I felt the blood start to stir.

But I draw the line at mammals, no amphibians or reptiles. But I have known truckers who would fuck a snake if you held its head.

i have needs! reptiles need and appreciate love.

still working on the joyce thing. i should've tackled it that day, but i got caught up in some school shit. quarter ends for me this thurs - then i have a month break. get back to you shortly.

Thanks for the feed back. The guy who owned the circus was eventualy convicted of animal cruelety. some of the elephants he had wound up at the elephantl sanctuary in Tennessee.

this is Delhi, not the lead elephant but the next in line. They loved to sway to music. I asked people why they would sway and some said it was because it aided their digestion. They loved waltz music they seemed to keep time. When they were on the truck and we were parked for the night they would rock the truck from side to side as they swayed. Like rocking me to sleep.

I started to give you a smart ass answer about gentrification. But decided not too. I suppose gentrification is good for property values but I think of as not a good thing. But probably you were not talking about real estate.

Just how real can you get on the internet? I read some where that all men are latent. Some of us have a choice, others do not.

You blow me away with those little poems, like the one about margarine, I can't tell you why they intrigue me. So light and breezy yet so satisfying, The one about ducks another.

the gentrify was a joke - i remember mark twain in one of his short stories having a character talking about the scent of a corpse "modifying" - my gentrify was meant in that sense - misused english.

homo erotic dream the other night
first one that I remember anyway
maybe because of repression
repression makes the world go round.

always interests what people look like under the ground
does sylvia plath have a petite shinny skull by now
suppose the dead do know something?

I have read that the sense of smell is the first thing to go
I suppose that is a blessing if I have to lay around and wait for the maggots to clean up





What can I say
that I am a sick duck
but you should know that by now.

You got to love them ducks
they have given us so much
even if so many of them are communists and subversives

I have here in my hand a list of thirty seven ducks who have
and if it quacks like a communist and walks like a communist
it must be a
well you know.

homo erotic dream the other night
first one that I remember anyway
maybe because of repression
repression makes the world go round.

Sometimes I thank about what people look like under the ground
does sylvia plath have a petite shinny skull by now


suppose the dead do know something?
I have read that the sense of smell is the first thing to go

I suppose that is a blessing if I have to lay around and wait for the maggots to clean up

What can I say
that I am a sick duck?
but you should know that by now.

You got to love them ducks
they have given us so much
even if so many of them are communists and perverts


and if it quacks like a communist and walks like a communist
it must be a duck

The blessing of getting up in a fog every three hours to obscuricate and urinate. I get up and scribble. after

I am off the pain pills
except for aspirin
what a trip to be alive
even if I am death obsessed.