Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

HEY! where'z Lucy?

pisses me off that my fingers can't paint one screen shot with words, "looking out into space coming round a curve on Soldier Summit, headed towards Moab.

She is probably busy with final exams or something. I don't see how they keep up with it, if her schedule is anything like -K's


I got it so e-z, so much time to potter with my puter, Going to work in two hours. I have thirty minutes scheduled. Going to be a bitch but I think I can make it.
How the hell can a person work at home and still show up late for his shift?

is that your gig with Rosewater?

No Rosewater gig is what I got to do tonight, working the midnight shift till five am, friday night a lot of calls for real two fisted manly action, blood, gore, and wild womin. Funny how most of them call and hear myvoice and hang up. They think they was calling to talk to the women in the video I guess. I got a chance for office supplies sounds better, nice and boring. The goldwater foundation is from vonnegut. The Novel God Bless you Mr Rosewater. He picks up the phone in his office and says "ROSEWATER FOUNDATION HOW CAN WE HELP YOU?
The novel in which he coined the word "samaritanophobia"
not sure of the spelling but it meant "a hysterical indifference to the suffering of others."

Coming down any mountain there are curves where the trees or cliffs keep the road in shade, while the sun is burning the ice or snow off one side of the road, the other said is in the shade, coming down in day time usualy not to much a problem, just kind of wet or slusshy, but in early morning there is usualy a patch of ice there. So you might notice it when going west in the daylight, and think oh boy what a bitch that is going to be for some poor soul or dam fool or zero hero who is going to be coming down the mountain to night.

I wish I knew where Mz Lucy was too. I think that bully is back the one that likes to beat up on old defenceless men.

well tomorrow am going to barnes and noble with a 25 dolla gift certificate from my step-daughter for my bitchday, basturd that i is.
will look fer it, uh, vonnegutsfor dummies

So room temperature, it drips
cold inside a healthy mouth,
mouth might ought be fevered;
but still it tastes so much
like mental-picture India, tea bushes
grow from memory
of its steam
and root themselves like peppermint
in awaiting-sunrise
waterfalls to bodily incorporation.