Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

I'm glad you liked it stilltrucking.

And if trevor were to say it sucked like a blowfish drawing it's last able bodied breath would that change anything? Nope. You likey or you no likey on your own terms.

Good or bad it is what it is...and there it is.

Thanks again. And if you floated up to the ceiling while reading... well that ain't nothin' to sneeze at... ahhhhhhh

chew!

wow

nice place you got here

when some one else can better express
what you feel
what you think
and you don't recognize it
till you see it
splayed in virtual ink
and can say...

yeah its like that

thanks

Yes your poetry elevates me.

But no, not really, (got dam obligatory comma I have no idea why, sounds right?) I had my new sombrero to hold me down. Actually I was more drawn through the window. I have a very nice window which I can see through from where I sit and type this.

Yeah my spirit was feeling free, I was out there among the trees and sky and grass, and flowers, and dog sh*t. You right about a friend, cyndi never stoned me on litkics. I was feeling black and blue, it was so sweet to hear a kind word.

reading and writing with you is "like playing a chess game with someone I admire."jprine

thank you both, I only come here to see the women shine, i am sorrily a gray matter linear kind of guy, Woody Allen needs the eggs, I need your white matter.

that sounds kind of macabre now that I think about it.

When men and women agree, it is only in their conclusions; their reasons are always different.

George Santayana


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Abstroint, it really is like that sometimes isn't it

like the big surprize in the Crackerjack box of life

we don't know ourselves very well at times, not as well as we might think till

we get hit, smacked in the face with it

when it practically leaps off the page in flaming ink

sticks

sometimes stinks

but it's true

I love how some can make it more beautiful

more palatable

ease it out of you



Anyway, glad you like the place, it's a fixer upper but it's amazing what some paint, some pictures and a little ink'll do.

Stilltrucking

out there among the trees and sky and grass, and flowers, and dog sh*t.

ain't it the truth

always some shit around somewhere. oooooo eeeeeeeee ewwwww

thank God for clothespins!

new sombrero eh? To keep the brain from baking, stewing in it's own juices? Maybe I should get me one

Yes your poetry elevates me.

that's a funny coinkydink because my poetry alleviates me. Our conclusions are really only a few letters apart!

We live on sidereal time
we are light years apart— even so
your haiku alleviates my alienation

entangled up in haiku
spooky action at a distance
I can't avoid it



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