Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

yeah, that's the way of it for most all everyones -

Everybody's doing it, isn't that a song?
I'm downing a coffee right now and going to kick this day, just woke up and still gonna knock it's socks off. neener neener

Good morning!

It was a broad in the middle of daylight, all the earth was deep and soil. Storms gave noise on the horizon. She dug in with her fingers, pushed away with her palms, sat butterfly style with legs spread wide and heels sunk into the ground.

She knew to look for any something, it'd have to be where there's no ones around, except old men with beards grown to their knees wise on the stars and the ripples of the near-by lakes, wood spaces with carnivals covered by grasses, by tall man vines and light touched forests. "I think there's a wheel in here, if I can find it."

it would mostly be for the axle and the sealed bearings - low maintenance & all - you could give it a sexy spin and birds would come to light on the spinning spokes - or even half sunk in the earth & held stationary to the planet's twirl - you could look up the hill and see it there every day - after that to watch what the earth & wind & sky & sun & rain does to it & to the swish of its spin

HaHa! Exactly, wanna watch it go nuts in the wind. Watched a show recently that plants are alive, very alive and doing some talking. So I bets they go and tell each other to ride the big ferris wheel in the sky when one shows up in their neck of the woods. I can see their little daisy tops going around and around, throwing their heads back, snapping pics, holding on and glad that that carnival showed up and all the peoples left those giant toys just for their joy riding pleasures.

I think I need a new guild, I want one that goes to pvp and only when they're wanting to.

in the glad go wind the tops on go on - going one show that for only bets left back - heads see think to snapping of some of the guild - so shows their ferris are & sky wanting sky -
show sky wanting sky show sky riding their one and wheel sky & back - o ferris!

the one giant left watched ride
there are peoples go there and i think -
one new doing ...

personally, i love to ride
in the glad go wind

ha ha & just exactly

la la la and a neener neener
Today I fly up in the skies again. I love to see the flight attendants, the flamboyant ones with big personalities treat the flight like it's the excitement in the adventuring, then there's the scardid flight attendants afraid to piss off a customer and another type that you never see other than a quick cup of water.

fly fly high - flamboyanbiggity! - big one personality! - i'm too scared to piss off the wing -
won't catch me out there - all because of a Twilight Zone episode I saw as a kid bout a guy in a plane - o man! every night after went to bed and wouldn't even look at a window or anywhere around it - I go biggity NO! - that bastard Rod Serling - evil genius! - don't forget your water - the one who brings it comes out of nowhere !

Latch on tight to me
for if you become to coerced nightly by
the mere wenches,
I might drop silently to the black sea

for then a whale can open it's giant mouth
I'll climb in and sail away
and not never knows your boat's name
against me.

mere wenches used to be part of my speed
not being overly concerned with
the whosies or the whatsies
because i thought it all good
i coerced if silently in name
and your climb - O!- you then might to silently
by the me

you climb might mouth
i'll to open by mouth
by the tight you drop silently
& can away & sea
for in & in might to its whale
then on ever goes on
latched tight to inland ponds
by the me

It was Loridela,
a tadpole of smallish scales,
waisted stiffed bread,
made luck, woke sun mornings
and beating heart that heart
not sure of where abouts
and who-haves.

I haves, but it was not so much of.
There is that
there is usually that.

The pond it lived within went mucky green light
and cluttered of mond-a-lily,
there too was the divines and tall rushes.
It was a good pond,
but the heart was not so up-bright,
nor love.

One day Loridela received news of come heres
and hither for thou of suches, the musts
flights of fancy with rousted roots gone winded
go a-too, have seas.

She did go seas,
ate mond-a-lily leeks on vast lush loon,
the air was different, nocturnal, brilliant,
Thor and warm, a lot of sun breeched
and wetter her appetites,
more than that though

as I said there was a someone
and she too have haves
and loves love.

It was cucumber fresh, the scent
the teach and mara darla
that sailed seven days to the dock
with sailors of whale
the rough seas
the wind glory.

yes placing small stones
in a bowl
i have decided to save them
the whales won't go near them
as i ride the dirt trails
that border the fields
my days at sea are long done
everybody is their own radio station now
even the mountains are milked of their dew
i stuff strings of small lights
into glass containers
glad you have haves
but missing you

A blue kite cluster
disappearing into the blue
blue of skies.

Green bubbles float
across the green of pond mosses
buzz buzz dragon-fly-by.

Orange marmalade southern comfort
on ice-cubes,
orange sunset for backdrop
and I feel drunk.

In yellow hair flights across face
the sun's up and I see nothing,
happy in it's hot belly.

I bite a purple fruit,

mmm good to enjoy food and talks.
I cheers my glass clink to yours
and say drink one with me, the sound of crickets outside,
I am missing too.

Of course as often as I often do, I have a crazy thought that what if I was wrong all along on who you were and now I'm thinking a lot of days that what if you're sitting in your backyard next to the hummingbird feeder, watching the bully swoop in for the sugar waters and had a bat hanging from your ceiling one day recently. I mean, I knows it's stretching the imagination again, but what if, ya knows.