Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

? Where ya at Jack ? Hope you're still on the trail.

I don't knows where you've gone either, Jack.

still trucking
nothing much to say

nothing good

Thx for the wave, Jack. Talk more later, just got home from work and a bit lined out from the day. Good to hear from you.

You're here! It's been awhile,
were you mad about some or sumpin'?
I missed you, Jack.

No I ain't angry
just mad as a hatter

watching Alice over and over the scene with her ugly old aunt
and alice says something about "losing her face"

I will see you on the other shore one day dame
I think

I believe
I find it so lonesome to think about no one waiting for me

I am angry dame
I am spitting blood
but I don't have the urges to kill any one
anymore
not even myself


Wish I had some good words for you
coming back from the darkness dame
at long last
I could use some music
it is not the darkness that spooks me
the silence

yeah still out on the trail of the Navajo where the wind blows cold

thinking constantly of the summer of 1960
when I knew what it was to find true love

constant pain
i stopped taking the pain med because of the side effects
not that I am worried about thoughts of suicide

teach your children well
there father's hell
wishing obama had wrote a book about his mama
i know all to much about dreams from my father

who art in earth

read a lot

Steinbeck cannery row had a bit that reminded me of you

the woman who loved parties
but was poor
so she had parties for the cats in the neighbor hood

don't let me get you down
I am probably looking for a pity fuck
and prancing my barry manilow

I think I have stopped choking my chicken after seventy years
it seems so strange so obscene so pathetic so
so so
the word escapes me
check the thesaurus find a better word to say how it seems to me to see myself at this age.
got to go
now

oh yes plenty angry dame
and helpless
only thing helps me is this compulsive scribbing
sorry
for the lack of decorum

So tell me, shiner, what the fuck do you think makes ya better than a doll, literally from the wrong side of the tracks? Do you think reading all ya read earns ya the blues, baby? You think that collage education bruising your smarts does it, too? It doesn't earn ya shit, nothing does. You're still gonna be returning to dirt. Isn't that the sickest joke of em all? And I didn't need an education to learn that.

speaking of dirt have you ever met somebody walking around with a big black bible and spouting bullshit and you want to tear a couple of pages out of their sentimental book and wipe your ass with it?

no I am not angry much

I know my bads will be back to haunt me,
they say all the uglies in a person comes out when they're mad
and damn I remember being so pissed off that day
I was prolly making a fist. My anger is a big worry of mine,
it's cause I lack a lot of self-control,
I'm not very darlin', am I. sigh.

Edit to add~Last night was of interest, it's the conflicting things.
He told me last night I was the coldest, the very cold, he'd ever met.
It amazes me that I can be the two extremes. It's my dark and my light, both accessible considering what I am in the moment I am to be a thing, it's important what I am when I am.

Anyway, I was pissed, but I'm not pissed this moment, if it matters much.
I don't knows what's the matter with what matters.

Edit to add too~Maybes you'll think I'm foolish and lies, but one of my biggest want tos is to go to college. This year I started worrying I might be too old now actually and that I should of of already had.

I'm an uneducated lady and excelled in home-ec.

Who else would I fight with?

Is it some sort of built up trust that I make myself vulnerable in a fight with you?
I'm gonna go to sleep thinking it over.

I am thinking that I could not have a better enemy than you. Let's pretend that we are all going to heaven when we die. And I will get there first and be waiting for you.

I'll meet you there,
but remember you promised to be around to see me at 50.

A promise is a promise that you picked up
and I'm making plans already to fight you when I'm 60,
this might take awhile.

I need a pair of boxing gloves.

"I'm gonna scoop you up
cheeks and all
then fold you in my arms."

I had to wake to tell you that
as in I was just telling you that in my sleep
and woke to come tell you.

First thoughts.

If you guys are done with this one can I lock it?

Tiny pieces, atoms and molecules, protons and neutrons, photons and croutons,

quarks and quirks

quantum leaps

dead rats with maggots

headless roosters botox and eight year old daughters with with lines on their faces

what does it matter what I have to say

good or bad

let's all read our bibles like the gentiles do
and crunch the numbers How many tons of bones of North American Indians are stored at the smithsonian.

lock away Jack.