Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

I don't know Jack, I haven't held anybody's hand since I was twenty. Twenty was I think 1950. Do you think I'm that old, cause maybe I might be.

49 tentative (adjective satellite) under terms not final or fully worked out or agreed upon; "probationary employees"; "a provisional government"; "just a tentative schedule"
(adjective satellite) unsettled in mind or opinion; "drew a few tentative conclusions"

in 1950 the birds were walking south in their dirty underwear



what day, I feel so pure, they say I was talking all through my proceedure but I dont remember a thing, just something about propofol and michael jackson then the doctore aand a surly nurse, I had to edit the part about sitting here in my dirty underwear, way too clinical for polite company.

Truck stop romances, lot lizards, coin operated beavers, and "commercial company" they would knock on my truck at four am and ask me "driver do you want some commercial company." I was always friendly to them but declined the offer on the grounds that I had all the company I could stand. But if any of them had asked "Driver do you want some Polite company" I might have been persuaded ...
I figure you are at least young enogh to be my grandmother.

Yes, I have a bit of young left to me
in which I can device a plan to rescue the rest of my years on
just that young spirit. Let's fly a kite, which is the it of it.

Mayhaps you like the tossings of the sea.
I don't know where the source is,
but it might be tugging our skirt-tails, ponytails and our ruby slippers when we're getting that tossing. Is it the source you're so much in want of?
For me I like most things other than the thing.
Fairy tales, superstition, campfire songs and legends.

Wanna read me a story and I'll fall asleep at my happiest.

If it's stormy outside, we won't question if we're alive or not.

As I was saying earlier in this t hread

The Future of a Delustion
or maybe it is an Illusion

so much fear these days
fundamentalists need something to cling to

"just give me one thing that I can hold on to.
To believe in this living is just a hard way to go.
make me an angel that flies from Montgomery"

All I know for sure is that if

G_d has a FaceBook page I want to be a Friend

sometimes I take It too far
sometimes I don't take it atall

I though I heard a big bang today
coming from the direction of Nagasaki
I saw a big light in the sky
sunrise always takes me by surprise

If God had a facebook page I would unfriend him.

Boy oh boy, why the hell not believe, who don't want eternal life in heaven hanging out with all the good Christian people who have gone on before, keeping the faith.

I will tell you a story about a strange child. I call him the jackofnightmares.
He was sitting there in the darkness with the rats and the death stench thinking deep child thoughts trying to understand a neurotic god.

And he found something to hold onto after he heaved his last childish broken hearted sob of self pity. it was over thirty years till another sob tore out of me.
The morning Rose died. It is getting around that time again, November, Thanksgiving, 1984.

Boy oh boy I did not know this was going to be a saab story. I had a Saab once. A great car.

A story about Rose's daughter
Eva's granddaughter

what would they say to me about how I spend my money.

Watched a good western today, Robert Duvall character standing at a grave, kevin costner says I reckon we ought to say a few words. Duvall says you go right ahead, I will just stand here and listen but I got nothing to say to that son of a bitch who brung this on us.

But on the other hand believe and have eternal life, I mean who wants to die.
Certainly not me, I have already died a thousand deaths, maybe next death I will get it right. Yes a strange little boy was jackie

just a story for you dame, don't mean nothing,

somewhere in the old book of the bible it says something about it is appointed once for man to die, all I got to do is once it says, Weird drug experience on Tuesday, I was given Propofol anesthetic, strange conversation about Micheal Jackson with the doctores, they say I talked all through the proceedure, scared me to go out like that I remember fading distant echoes of my voice and then nothing for maybe 20 minutes. spooked the hell out of me
Reminded me of being 12 years old again, just barely pubescent, I think about that young body with some envy, but I would like to keep the years of living piled up behind these eyes.

Yeah you love the thunder
what was that Jackson Browne song