Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

take a piece of gold
divide it amongst a million takers
and each must do with it what each must do

how many will take the gold and pass it on?
how many will take the gold and spend it on loose change
how many will lose the gold and pretend it never was?

if i had some gold
i'd probably lose it
but keep the essential gold within

Gesundheit!
Die Geist!
Die Tenacious We!

Stan Getzstalt
Al MegaHertz

Gott a gestalt gummi
tell's me of mummy


Gestalt.....is that ju ju for
enter more gently please
...mmmm ....

Gestaltmas an
improvement over
a Geist tho......


I'll take Civilization and Its Discontents
puhleaze
or even BF Skinner's rats
to RD Laing and those

whacked gestalt cats

the Perls perils
when touchy-feeley was psychologically refreshing


ahhh....

touchy-feeley
sentimental
sentient metal
touchmefeelme
healmeseeme
mental
meant tall
men
me
m

who
wo
woe
whoa!
womb
whoa man
woman
slow down man
ya move too fast
you know ya livin in the past
cuz now is now and this is then

i dreamed my heart was a beehive
an the beez was making honey
out of all my failures.
jimboloco

i wuzzzzz
makin zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz's
hearin the buzzin of the beeeeeezzzzzzzzzz
wake and hear it buzzin
still makin honey
sweet failure
system fault
ure fault
my fault
my way
er the highway
so i took to the open
dream road traveled lessssss
and less by sloths but more and more
by hummmmmms and buzzzzzzzezzzzzzzzz
birds n beeezzzzzzz n other
lighter wings

yo dcLatke:

keep yr bitch fantasies to yrslef, awraht?

did you read my posts ? paseo
en su puto


how about trying something neither top forty or sporty, neither disco or crisco


Try chanting meters iambic;
carpe diem or at least un-spastic...

Yo! perry como!
how 'bout a round of
seasonal caroles
for the gang! ey?

why don'tchya
keep yer insults
under yer hat
where yer head's
sposed to be,
hmmmmm?

'tis the season
and all that rot.
give it all the
niceties ya got!

Old Tex
got the X
he'll be comin' round
in a bit.

He's been known
to delete such shit.

yeah that's what the system say
so he took to the open road
aloof an light hearted
with only a slay
an a pack of seeds.

there's no course in ethics
for air force pilots

was it so
i'd be there
spirit wings
grounded

the angels of mercy
an the angels of death
pray an hide their face
under wings
escondido y perdido
and pray for both\/slayer\/slain

airtime
hovers
looking out
desolation sweeps
ashes burn
bow i can pet the jackal
bow in the last moment
as if it were your next
they called me tex by the way
til kennedy got hit
lex luther left the planet
superman heads for his ice palace

My dear doreen I hear your voice at last.
And perehomo have I touched a wound?
I love you dear no matter your abuse.
Your anger feeds the fire of the obtuse.

as they say in LA, I get I give:
you wouldn't know an iamb from a sieve

u da homo little bitch
and if i caught ya
id kick u in a ditch

always count on hippie trash
to censor anything not suitably crass

that might be unpleasant dear
unless of course you finished
with a stream of golden piss
then I would bask in the warmth of
your vast knowledge and wisdom

Let's leave censorship
to the fascist states –

I'd rather have love
served up on my plate
than rationed rations
from the state
of hatred and
delusion.

I live in a fantasy
world of illusion
where all is fair
and just.

But if I run
smack wack
into a wall of ugly,
I simply split.
'cause I must.

yr grasp exceeds yr reach little fop;
and yr poesy, yes 95% slop


some us have studied Herrick or Pope;
Pound or Shelley while you whiffed dope

Iambs, trochees, dactyls, meters:
do elude the Net's bottom feeders