Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

the flapping of dinosaur's wings in Peking Illinois and the price of bread in Wichita Kansas

money money money can't buy me love
If it could it would be bad
I would probably rob a bank

Always ice in the shadows, even in April coming off of Soldier's Summit Utah, always ice enough for everybody even Dolls..
who try to keep the wold from their door
their babies safe

Took me a long time to realize women have their own lives, No idea where she was in her petit mort, I could have been just the appendage perpendicular to the man horizontal to the woman.

in the meantime I took a pill last night, thinking about taking one this morning

no place to run to
no place to hide
except from myself

Life and living means monsters, too.
I don't intend to harm anyone,
breaks my heart to think I'd be just as deadly
as any human can achieve.

I don't want to contaminate,
I'd prefer to heal
and correct even if it was inevitable
that the sky would grow dark, thick in ash.

SLD

odds at the ends

No pills a couple of days now. I realize now it was not a drug induced anxiety attack. It was the lack of oxygen, the sense of suffocation. So I took my mother's cow to town and traded it for some magic bullets that cleared my lungs. In the meantime I am smoking about five cigarettes a day. But I got a good reason.

I didn't know what song to sing,
but was singing. Yes.
Sweet dreams and get sweetened.
Almost said to you to get bitten,
but you say she already had.

A lot of women out there Jack,
a lot of men and a lot of women.
I'm not sure how they talk to each other.

I've been frustrated.

I don't how men and women manage to talk to each other.


There is a book called "you just don't understand"

For most women, the language of conversation is primarily a language of rapport: a way of establishing connections and negotiating relationships ... For most men, talk is primarily a means to preserve independence and negotiate and maintain status in a hierarchical social order.[3]

So many books I have browsed, so few I have actually read.

maybe nothing to do with this but I like this quote from Virginia

For love... has two faces; one white, the other black; two bodies; one smooth, the other hairy. It has two hands, two feet, two tails, two, indeed, of every member and each one is the exact opposite of the other. Yet, so strictly are they joined together that you cannot separate them.
Virginia Woolf

When I go face to face
or even to write with, as we do,
I'm looking for conversation that aligns with what's already within
and to make it burst to life a little bit more than I'm able to get it to do
or a conversation that can travel around with what I've got to travel on.
It might be new, but as long as it relates with what I've taken in, then I can be with it for then it's already established in some form.
"Prolly, we know each other."

I don't know, first thoughts I guess.
I could be totally wrong here.

you could be wrong sure but it sounds right to me too.

I just know that a writer captures my attention in the blink of an eye, I know from the first sentence that this will be a read I will treasure.

Speaking of face to face and a blink of an eye I stumbled on this book on my shelf

How we make snap decisions. So much of it hidden by the locked box of the unconscious they say. Another book I will never read. I sold about seven boxes a books last month.

You got a beautiful mind face online, it shines through. And I feel flattered when you shine it my way.



Blaink

Back on the Naprozen, not as interesting a drug as gabapentin but better for the pain.

I suppose there is a fine line between a razz and showing one's ass.
As in the red neck expression "That driver really showed his ass!"


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