Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Michigan gets cold, but the fall, oh man the fall

the beauty, like Maine, trees and leaves oh my
brief breeze with a sneeze, donuts, hay bales
pumpkins with candles around the corner

nice cider to warm her up
scotch, no glass, thank you

she mumbles something about a hot summer
we, her and I, do ...

i'm stuck and been stuck for a few years now
i tried things
some big things and failed, ego blew the fuck up

28 now and i feel less, feeling like the little i inside
and if another person tells me i'm young again
i might just use words to let them know
just maybe, maybe some how let them know ...

drunkin' stupor
I be in
spring is here
the mountain boys
down south will be
makin' their moonshine
sending it north to my parts
there is still snow here
during the day
it melts away
my room is messy
strewn about, dusty
time to clean
be anew
as I emerge from
my deep winter
cacoon

abc to 123
generations teaching me
heaven and hell
Absolute
Nothingness
equal to all community
Friend OR Foe
division line of cookie cutter times

but is this a jam?

gotta go and watch
listen
mingle
the music in a
small dirty
rectangle room

People, solo, uno
Takes one to be
in a gathering
of ...

Well, smell-o-rama. Shit, good thing I'm trying to quit smoking, I can actually taste and smell things again, not that it matters. Thank you much for the welcome. Shall we begin?

It's michigan. I'm here, because I write. I know a few, rather several people from Litkicks posting. As in knowing them, I mean to say read some words they wrote on a computer. As far as this site goes, I have no idea, I will post as I will. I will defiantly be reading, good to keep up with the ...

Hey cool cats and crazy mouth spoutin' fire boiled humans. Got the link, via email, I be here. Posting is as posting does.