Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

the dog is the leader of any family-and mine is king- he lays in the middle of the bed- when he comes to bed- and i allow him to 'take over' - this does not last long- because i like it hot and he has fur- so he goes for the floor after a while-with his broken leg- with the snapped pin- a few months later on doggie drugs-
and how is that any different then the men i love? he watches tv - and he is never getting that remote-not ever- they all have great 'public ' personalities as well- but ya gotta be careful when alone- dangerous types - i dunno there is a risk factor- which i am beginning to think was more the thrill -of danger-because the only danger was being honest- saying it like i saw it- mind you- i made that mistsake a few times that year- trusting the wrong people- it just was the year of the MOOCH and i was stupid enought to think i culd make a difference with my LOVE- yeah sure you betcha- that is a goddess fucking complex- for real- i am chucking the old over the bridge-
into the river below- like a dead body in a horror movie- - i been brave before
watching it fall
into the water= to clean it up- the things that happened outside the circle- and inside- how do you draw all the circles into geometric conversion
no more hair dye or sinus tablets
fucking strangers
while the mommy unit cares for the comfort level-
non si tova pui non son mia amore
ninte spaghetti spaghetti
transidenatl italian meditation

/cuore[heart quello that which che [love]amo
care for what you love

the best things in life are often unnoticed-
except when ya take the time
time is a gift
in any language i thought i was an old dog and could not learn new tricks- but apparently i am being schooled- i love my sons- and my eldest has a beautiful wife-- sweetness-i never dreamed i would be where i have been and where i am going...i had written thier names down and then decided it was too personal- that perhaps it is best to write about love- and vulnerability and humility then the people i love-- it is too early i cannot sleep- i am super happy i do not drink because one of my friends posted a bunch of stuff in a balck out- bummer babette

there is nothing like your childrens memory of you- it is usually quite different than the one i remmeber- but i listen- i think- this is 'his stuff'- no one ever asks any questions, they make assumptions- i am guilty of this-and sometimes it cuts so close to the heart- because every parent wanted a happily ever after outcome- and not many of us had that- so - whatever this morning- i am grateful i am not married- not eating a bunch of digusting man food-and getting fat and unhappy-
whatever happens when ya live with the man you love- i dunno - it gets kind of ugly- i mean space is not the final frontier although i always feel like spock in relationships and have considered the death grip on many occassions which is one of the reasns i am not married- but there are things i miss about it-of which- perhaps should go unmentioned on this gray day where i pray for $ to put sunlight bulbs all thru the house- i know that my father is married for another time and that his last wife just up and died of brain cancer the other day-
he is quite the guy for marriages- i may be following in his footsteps- in sickness and in health- yeah sure

Well told tales in your unique style.

thanx always nice to wake up to posative vibration- thanx mahalo

Your "trix" is absolutely fantastic as the are lots of great information. I really appreciate the kind of topics you post here.

Thank you- namaste- stay sane during this season-

i am allergic to wheat- and i love bread almost as much as some people like wine and italian food- i cannot do cheese -unless it is already in it- and the changes in my body from not smoking cigs, and excercising both at the gym and in my 200 sq foot room-has me in better shape- interesting learning to eat all over again-sit all over again- the doctor is a cracker- thank god i have taken matters into my own hands=
i have to care for myself in a way that does not put me in stress- lovingly-
so coffee- with ganoderma========mushrooms in my coffee- works out great- HEALING IS A GOOD TRICK-

Radar comes with wanting to go outside so badly- to catch my breathe - some things I just didn't want to know- I tried to look the other way- I could not do that after the last time- it was "on"
I guess that what I felt - like the basement was flooding- and the progressive chick flo is down there with you-
But when you roll out of bed into swamp water- crocodile circling- I know better
Then to believe what I hear
One more time the deluge causes my demise
I call on pele
To right these wrongs- and laka-
Face of the future
Things made whole

it just was the year of the MOOCH and i was stupid enought to think i culd make a difference with my LOVE- yeah sure you betcha- that is a goddess fucking complex- for real- i am chucking the old over the bridge-
into the river below- like a dead body in a horror movie- - i been brave before
watching it fall

Mmmmm-leo- a= i wrote that - and what is 'saber'?
i ask 'what do you want me to do?'
i think of late night spaghetti-
of the times when the things i wanted
were the same things you wanted

i thik maybe
that time would have been filled with the perfumes of the scent
love gives in a spiritual way tasting so sweet- pungent- arousing- intriguing mysterious-
i hope these things for you- i am still wrestling with a mooch- years later- paining and hoping for a time when a long converstaion would be good