Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Watching The Trinity Broadcasting Network
I am a rapture person but I have been left behind. The world ended last thursday and I am surrounded by ghosts. I am alone here. The people I meet on the internet are all ghosts sticking around to keep me company till I get called up into the sky. My assumptions are becoming stranger. I am starting to feel immortal. The only thing that can stop me now is sudden death.

The Greatfull Dead will be at my assumption.

Jack, would it make me a ghost as well or I might be a witch (which I've often thought I may have the ingredients for, superstitious) or perhaps a connection to your soul-- as I've many friends I'm soul connected with or I might have died years ago, when I knew I did, but somehow tricked my mind into still living by power of the imagination--very good possibility there and I think I'm now creeped out till I can re-expose my thoughts onto a new idea for entertainment.
I can't even watch psychological thrillers because the seed it might plant will chow at my mind until a new one takes over.

Whatever may be happening--rapture or death among the ghosts
just don't leave me yet Jack.
Don't leave me to my thoughts
and all alone with them.

I'm definitely one of those that if mine eyes alone could scorch a soul or I'm the complete opposite if heart to it. A bad witch indeed.

P.S. after-thoughts.

I've had this conversation recently with my son.
I'd make for a very bad witch, I'd cast spells on those who I've no heart towards
those such as my boss or some similar
I'd hex and I'd curse
which would be very unlucky for them
also very unlikely I'd be in control of such strong powers to cause that personal demise. I'm glad therefore not to be a witch knowing how I'd abuse it instantaneously. I live by the moment and it could be disastrous for some with bad first impressions or no later fix to win my good manners.

"Eating Ghosts" was a poem posted to the defunct website Litkicks (defunct to the likes of me)

An interesting story I wish I could read again.

Another lost on the litkicks meltdown was a poem by yabyum which had a line in it

"I know the location of every crumb of happiness that has fallen through the cracks"

quoted from geezer memory. I would like to read that one again too.

Not sure if I have Aspergers syndrome or not but it sure seems like it sometimes.

Thinking about the band 10 cc tonight for some reason

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I missed all the kicks had at litkicks, I'm sorry trucker, wish I'd seen too.

Wendybird
I miss days like this.

Thanks for the vid, I had to look away when they stripped to their knickers. I am such an excitable boy.

I will miss these days
I already miss studio eight more than I miss litkicks