Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Denny ambled to the door, put his eye to the peep hole and shouted "Who is it?" "R.W!" came a loud response. Denny turned, smiled at us and went on to emulate an old Cheech and Chong comedy skit. "R.W.'s not here!" "Just open the door!" Bear growled still holding Brandy like a little child. Denny la...

Doreen Peri wrote:Atehequa .... You're always allowed in here! Always welcome. I love your posts. Don't be a stranger. Come back any time. You're definitely a S8er!

Alright and thanks.

Upon pulling into the Colony House Motel, we saw Mia's car parked outside of her front side room. Backing the trucks in, we got out to pick up our provisions. Just as R.W. raised a fist to knock on the door, it swung inward. Brandy and Mia were in their bathing attire, both carrying beach towels as ...

Mia however was upset, especially after taking a good look at R.W.'s obviously substance addled condition. "Back from shopping so soon?" He meekly inquired. At that her eyes narrowed and she hissed: "Couldn't wait for me to get back, could you?" Brandy however went on to explain that a tractor trail...

We be?
Perhaps you, but not me.

From one never allowed in.

A year of making breaks, here being one.

Fare thee well.

judih wrote:who dares to know?
go ahead - give me your worst
watch me crumple

You won't hear what I don't say

All those places and times well remembered While in this strand of pine which I shall forget To be left far behind and forever from my sight The wooden steps, old storm door and porch light Those nights within a dim room much too numb to fret Another fast fading false sense of serenity The temporary...

there's a storyteller somewhere in your blood - enjoyed - 8) Well thanks. Figure I'd get these memories written down in case I get dementia and end up in a nursing home playing with Fisher Price toys. Back to this strange tale of high adventure - Dinner consisted of rib eye steaks and canned baked ...

Before we even departed I knew this excursion was not going to be like the last. There were no tents, tarps, cordage or any other camping gear aside from a Weber grill. There were a few small coolers, two large ice chests, plenty of alcoholic beverages and other substances. For the next five days we...

Not me.

I'm not allowed inside.

Somewhat deep enough to paint a vivid image for the mind's eye to appreciate.

. . . just vanity, competition, the sickness of greed, propaganda at an epidemic scale and a false, fatalistic sense of spirituality. Yes. And like every other organism that has ever tried to settle/conquer the universe, the reckoning eventually comes, in some form or another. Then comes the 13th h...

Thanks for noticing as well as your kind comment.

Interesting piece. I enjoyed it.

Having long seen such scheming intentions unraveled One can clearly see through your lies Never once setting foot on the paths we have traveled Seemingly far, yet near as the crow flies An acrid stench, the cauldron fires smolder Poison smoke, Upas ladles, tinged ingredients unknown Uncomfortably ne...