Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

the thickness of the night before- dreams like sand poring from my pores; my room mate 'hi' it is five fifty five- i dunno- just headed for that coffee maker- let me just flip that switch and get back to my bed- those blankets are purring with heat-that happy lets talk has me stunned- how on earth does anyone want to talk at 555? she used to work in the justice dept- they are trained to ask questions - and that is how they communicate- it irks me- if ya want to know things about me= offer a little bit bout yerself- - because i feel interogated- i have tried numerous times discussing the whole approach- and i am now doing what i did when i was married- the 'uh huh' thing- sleep walking responses.it is like a mockery in some ways- hi
hi
PLEASE DONT TALK TO ME- LET ME JUST GO BACK TO MY COMFORT ZONE- TO DREAMTIME SPIRITS- -my mind is stuck on an idea which relinquished will disappear into the vapors once again-

bouna fucking norte- non mai vista una; ce non posso resistere di parlare-----oni momento sono avelia devo aprile le boca- fa rumor- dere ce parlare- gentile- catzo
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'good fucking night-never seen one that cannot resist talking-every minute that they are awake the mouth is open,and noise...kindness- FUCK'

it is the same for me- as being awakened by a stray leg and someone whacking you just as i am dreaming of having great sex with the men of my dreams-present day lovers antenas are wild and alive= jealousy guides his steps of deceit-who says i have to care about that?
too much trouble- all this huff and puff and blowing my house down- the big bad wolf- not afraid- ya know- air= fills the places burned with smoke-fog- dampness-
cold water=
metal=
the nuns are still penguins to me

Hey, I sympathize...I'd say, hey lovvie, get off my cloud...I'm trying to sleep here...
I think we all get rude awakenings sometimes. A classic description of an instance...

are you at the South Pole? they have nuns there? wow i didn't know that !

OF VARIOUS SORTS YES- SOMETIMES THEY PRETEND TO BE 'OLD BUTCHIES' BUT THEY ARE REALLY PRIMADONNA S WITH A FETISH FOR WHITE SUGAR and sick animals-the animals get 'inflamed skin' around them because the women are always talking about identities. the cat hisses at every one