Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

rain and winds and babies that yawn, it goes on.

Ha, I'm in that situation now, only hope.
Love, what the hell is that?

Yes, I am. (Too negative.)

Yes, the languages.
I wish I knew them all...

Yes I've seen that. It all seems to start with doodles, in my case, scribbled notes in spiral notebooks years ago when I was on the road.

There is no paradise,
no matter the plot, and I
thought there was a plot.
I thought Maui might be
paradise, but it wasn't.

I remember Maui
from many years ago,
but now it's gone.

In the seventies the Godfather films came out not as gay, but twisted with a sort of honor that no one would ever question. I asked Mom about those 1930s gangsters. I assumed she'd say they didn't exist in the seventies that seemed so modern. No such luck, people suck. They sucked for centuries at t...

My god, B****, Tr***?
Again? My god, these
two grifters are like 394
years old, seemingly corrupt.
Why the hell don't we want better?

Why do we worship these people?
Are they Jesus?

These fucking billionaires,
but enough about me, you decide.

Who the fuck is this guy?
He's a poem, everything
I ever asked for.

It's like poetry, literature ... show me, don't just tell me.

If you have to say it,
It defeats the purpose.

Yes. A range bum cowboy riding through the desert of space, or a gambler strangely alone at the table in a crowd of stars. Or something like that...

I've been (re)reading Craig's (revolutionrabbit's) book. Insightful look into the late-sixties southern California (psychedelic) scene. It revolves around a "jam session" house, life and love. One of the "regulars" worked at a record store and snagged a copy of Hendrix's Axis: Bold as Love to spin b...