Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

I think it happened a long time ago. But I have only recently noticed that I have fallen off the edge of the world.

It is a lonely feeling.

Nah. Look around you, we're all down here mister, a bunch of lemmings keeping each other company. Oh, wait, lemmings jump, you fell, oh well!

But you'd fallen to the river hadn't you? I heard it's still going to flow.

On second thoughts, Jonah got swallowed by a whale, don't let it happen if you've a ship to sail to prevent such happenings.

Yes, Dame, but he can't swim, he'll have to
bob along like an apple
lest he sink like a stone!

I don't want him to die, we'll paste on wings or let the whale swallow Jack up and bring him safely to land, none of him, none of the three or whatever my mind thinks he is, is supposed to for a long time yet.

Well no, of course you're right
we don't want him to die
and if he tries
then we must resuscitate him!

Besides, he hasn't fallen
he's lallen
and lallen ain't so bad
it's akin to lolly gaggin'
and that is good.

He's lally gaggin' off a cliff
doing the back stroke at a thousand miles an hour
no worries, we'll catch him when he falls.

Sorry I did not mean to be so melodramatic sounding. It is an uncanny feeling. Maybe that is a better word choice than lonely.
As if I fell off the edge of mind. Out of my comfort zone into the Terra incognito beyond the edge of my map of consciousness

"going to cut the tying lies
let my mind drift so blind
I won't worry what I am going to find
Something going to know
That I can't fall off the edge of my mind"

A little ditty me and my brother sang when we were tripping

Kind of like Dorothy and her pals singing "Lions and tigers and bears Oh my"

and then we met a guy who fell off the edge of his mind.
and we had to stop and count our blessings.

The real world is all about jobs, and children, getting by, taxes, and doctors bills, homework, economic growth, housing developments, new shopping malls, stocks and bonds. And I am almost completely marginal to all that.

I float around in a bubble like Glinda.

Thank you friends
for your kind replies.

I'm relieved Jack. I'd be at a loss without you, and surely I'd not want to see you're lonely. Makes me think how the catfish drives it all away.

I like the world of make believe and let's play again, and I'm happy with bubbles, with teacher mans, with witches and magicians, even racing you to the riverbed in six inch heels, mud on my knees. ty u

"in the world but not of it."

I guess I was thinking about that bit I heard somewhere.
Not sure what it means.
About 50 years ago I was standing on a street corner in Baltimore when everything appeared ghostly to me.

The the hub bub about me, the traffic, the people, buildings, everything seemed to be so ephemeral.

But I think now I am the emphera.

You are the flower then Jack?
I had to look it up.
Even though it could be only short, you've left behind the seeds, the seedlings, the sketches of the seedlings...I can tell you you have.

And what I'd meant to say is do you prefer sausage this am?

None of us last, but I'd like to talk about the types of things to get dirty about instead. Just to cheer up and not think of that other hole in the ground. Gonna get a couple new books on Amazon, needing some more sexy Anais literature. I need something erotic cause it's lacking in my life and she'll do the trick.

Trying to decide if I should edit the typo on this one. Lallen?

I wish I was as erotic as a new born baby.
Polymorphously Perverse