Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

be it...
be it so
so be it


breathing and longing is all I seem to do these days
I am a sick puppy
Don't tell me I am not.
Sometimes I miss the feel of 18 wheels more than the feel of her vagina


Don't Let Us Get Sick

vagina ?

everything is a wife -

where the hell is Mark ?
is the car parked?
the bard of the jam barge
is he out on a run?
man, my jaw hurts
my paws leaving prints in the mud
maybe he's out there
carving fresh psalms
out of raw fog

wired snow angels
wired dylan hair
wired questions

wireman
why're you so quiet?
where're you hanging these days?
we're keepin' the lights on for ya
warily wearin' these weird words.........

we all must be wired
mark said jam on me
so we do
someone on studio eight was in touch with him a couple weeks ago but damn me I forgot who?

jammin' in my jammies
no need to get dressed
today is all about the lazy boy
no, not my chair....Me
time to chillax and dream
and think about poems
that need to be written
think about family and friends
I need to connect with
time for herbal teas and clover honey
time to plug in the charger
in the base of my skull
calibrate the meters, dance
around the rooms in my head
today is jammie jam,
tomorrow
well.... we'll just see

I sat down to chillax in my home sweet home on the net, dis here little garden of peace and delight our sisters made for us...Oh well, the long and the short of this is when I sat down here to type it was today
now it is tomorrow, somehow it is still today. Time is a mind fuck, I spent ten years trying to read one book. I only made to about halfway through, because there was too much Greek. Latin and German to translate. They say you can't judge a cover by its book.

Ten four on herbal, if not for the struggle for the legal tender I would herbed up seven days a week. I used to drink them herbal teas at work, but I had to stop because it made me work too hard. Today is a day off, so I am on

dang me, what would wireman say about the above stream of semiconsciousnes?
Probabely not much, He is too cool to knock a wannabe jammer
I ain't jamming here, I am dumping my core
thanks for the -GO! .

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my friend from california
was telling me the largest segment
looking for herb in this modern world
is middle aged to elderly women that can't sleep
they flood the pot shops in LA county
in their floral nightgowns and fuzzy slippers
god love 'em....they reckon that god
made these plants for a good reason, and so
they pray for an abundant crop now
instead of world peace

counting down the days...
a rec pot shop due to open this spring
30 minutes away from me
within walking distance of my sister's house...
looking forward
to catching a legal buzz
and walking in the woods with my camera
been too long
since I've taken that voyage within
been too long
since small pharma
gave my muse a little boost

I should not have said it makes me work too hard.
It would have been best said, "it makes me work harder than I have to."

I used to drive an eighteen wheeler rolling a joint while steering with my elbows.
After a few hundred thousand miles of that, I discovered that my drug of choice was #2 diesel fuel.
I could go longer farther on it than I could on pot, I'm not talking about truck driving as done by the Teamsters on the big trucking companies. I am speaking of the gypsy truckers. Drive a thousand miles overnight, and lay down and catch a catnap get up and drive another 1500 miles in the next day and a half. I could Not do that on pot, after three days of driving and smoking I was dead on my ass, reflexes shot. Had to sleep the sleep of the just for 10 or 12 hours. Without the pot, I could do it eight days a week before I had to shut down for a good nights sleep.
Somethings are just so fucking good pot can't make it anymore better.
Got to be at least one fucking thing I enjoy more than a maryjewwanna high.
trucking was one of them.

but studio eight is more fun with it.

thinking about so fucking good on lsd
sweatest orgasm and the worst nightmare I ever had
like fucking a black widow spider

drive on
jam on
wireman
hammer hammer

a snare and a delusion
and a panacea

been a mixed bag for me, more good than bad
but the bad was worse than the good
it is not a jam
this is spastic brain cells
my mind is a joke
I need to read more and write less

oh these cells
on this spastic brain train
how to make them whole
when everything is constant
infomercials
surely it's not a joke
as I'm not laughing
fuck that noise

I say that in all happiness