Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Naproxen 500 mg
and a cup of tea
and I am good to go

I never spent much time thinking about dreams, I mean analyzing them.
I consider them art. I am not smart about art. But I have read dream interpretations by native americans that seem so right. So maybe I am just saying that Freud was smart enough to see them as "the royal road to the unconscious" but tried to filter them through a very narrow world view.

My nightmares seem so far away in the day time. I hide from them so successfully.

I think my threshold for pain is higher when I am awake.













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I think they're more art, too or even a second life,
I'd like to have a personal trainer for dream interpretation, would be nice.
Maybe an interpreter could help find you when you're lost and help me figure out why I'm always in a new house.

I found an interesting Kerouac quote the other day

something like

i found I had to be myself, who else could I be, i had to be myself whatever that means

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warning that was a lousy quote from geezer memory , you know saint jack said it with fewer words more eloquently than that.

Why am I using this sock puppet so much the past couple days I wonder

New houses reminds me of a song about Texas prison in Huntsville.

bobby bear
she talked
rose covered cottages
warm as the sunshine
took her a year to slip out of her dress
but roses cost money and you know the rest
this suit that I am wearing cost five hundred dollars
but I got it free with a three dollar knife.

See I am hopeless
But don't take my sunshine
all I can do is play the spirit game with you

Still Truckin', Nice looking tuxedo cat on a wonderful couch...How do I know? I have a cat similar in appearance--one of three--and a couch about the same shape and color! Small world! Is it your cat?

Something about those Tuxedo cats I never met one who was not an enlightened member of the species. No the attached picture is the closest thing I have to a "my cat" he was a stray who came round to the motel I was living in for a month, last month, in Corpus Christi. He stuck around the whole month and when I left I was supposed to bring him with me back to San Antone but I could not so I left him. On Wednesday I am going back to Corpus Christi to pick up my motorcycle and look for that cat because my sister was disappointed I did not bring him back with me. I envision a scene like the one in Breakfast at Tiffany's where Holly finds her cat.

Tinkerjack, hope you have a good trip to Corpus Christi and back to San Antonio,
and are able to find your white cat. Cats are easier to keep indoors than dogs...

I also have had dogs in my life, but I haven't had a dog --except as a visitor lately. We used to have a schiperke/weimeraner mix , named Bosco, who was black with a stubby tail and a little white spot on his muzzle. We shared him with a neighbor...who took Bosco with him when he moved to Detroit.
We moved to Chattanooga from Knoxville, years ago, and couldn't take Bosco with us. Bosco was a medium sized mix and was a great outside companion to all concerned.

I love cats, I feel good seeing them around. But boy do they kill a lot of song birds. Which is a good reason to keep cats in the house.