Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Yesterday I pecked like a chicken on my cell to write and one bad move - -it went to cyber space-
So I learned- -write a little- :save it - -come back-
When the Venice days were on- ...my children were small..
I was truly arrogant- .thought I was the cats meow-
-turns out-
..it just was a delusion--I was crashing and burning
I saw- -that I was going to be like my mother- -if I did not straighten up and fly right-
- this turned into a much larger chore than I ever imagined-
! I called AA and the woman told me to " fuck off"!-
That really shocked me.. I thought " God if they won't talk to me ' I must be in really bad shape"
That was the beginning of the story.

the stories have no endings....they begin...meander all over the place...and continue
we on the other hand have the ability to see things from thousands of perspectives....and you might say with age, we craft a more realistic reality....

I am still amazed that I even have a story to tell---