Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

no body hear but us chickens
and our egos are eating us alive
the vanity of the sadistic artistic autistic ballistic statistic
devoid and pointless
only love can save us now, no, know
we knowers
have no time for experience
Nietzsche died for our sins

Nietzsche is dead?
Holy shit when did that happen

Nietzsche's good news
gives me doze meta-hormonal blues

"- "There sits no higher court / Than man's red heart."" S.Plath

oh nothing in the news
I suppose that is good news
yes we knowers have been done everything everywhere

some days I just want to kick ass
other days I want to see how many times I can use the word fuck in a paragraph
it is experimental writing at its most hip

if you ever have left a trail of blood from the water front in baltimore to the water front in astoria you know what I mean

meanwhile back at the Howard Johnson the Arabs were eating their dates, and suddenly it is the fall of the weimar republic and the soviet union coming back to bite us in the ass

but I don't worry cause I know da lord is on my side
how can I lose
beats me
my friends tefl me it is my shitty karma

I am a hell of a nice guy, I

live in that moral grey are.[a]

between norman bates and St Jack

all that matters is the jam
a path with heart
darkness darkest, dark within me, my apologies to assholes everywhere

jam tastic ono plastic ecstatic elastic jambo delicious
hammer hammer
it's the show off lane
no place I would rather be
than here with you
except maybe at the beach

at my age I celebrate my defecation
all I every wanted was to be normal
but in my dotage I am a victim of the ADD
attention defecation disorder
I don't give a shit about anything
except getting out of this world alive
my body may rot and I will be patient as my mother devours my body
sometimes I want to go up in flames to speed the process but I am skeered it might hurt

yes lets celebrate life
the life of the jam
Kafka's keyboard jitterbug
I got little red booties of blood on my fingertips
you make it hurt so good

call me unk
lets jam
If I can't go down jammin I ain't gone down at all
hammer hammer
first thought best thought

I have not seen that penis but I have not seen my own penis in years

back in the seventies when Jimmy was da prez
everybody and their brother was getting born again
including me
thanks to
a laxative for the brain
the genealogy of morals and lsd

A blind mind on the boardwalk with a guitar and a dog
told me that it was the music that kept him sane
told me I better learn to hear it before it was too late

forty years later I am still tune deaf
trying to get my head around Husserl for over thirty years now,
finally gave up on translating all his Greek and Latin slang so
all I can figure out is time is a melody that does not rise to my consciousness
I just come here to jam with the people who can hear the music

Walker Percy, read him?

I read to much too bother with fiction anymore
two times too

Walker Percy is the reason I don't take myself 2 serious.
Sometimes the peckerheads on study eight get toooooooooooo serious, way tooo serious
can u imagine
experimental writing and it don't matter what the words meant
nothing is implied
everyone reading between the lines
how do you deconstruct a death threat
it made me nauseous
I spent days and days trying to delete everything I ever wrote on studio eight

spontaneous but I still take responsibility for what I say, I been lucky here, I found a few readers I admire who read some of what I write here

a go or a blog
it;)s a jam
spontaneous instantaneous karmic climate control