Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

I know, I got gripped by that photo and reading about it, too.
The investment is the tricky part, I hardly give myself away to just anyone,
but the difficulty here is the mystery. Hmm, if you're catfish, then you get my whole heart. I'd invest a lifetime. I'd build a 'house' together.

Even the if not...I'm still invested in this friendship.
We're making time, making memory.

Hey, the mystery goes on & on - you can't exhaust it, even if you're a catfish.

He's a master at it,
impossible for my to keep up,
but I try.

Thanks for this. I see spider, lol.

It's hard to make sense of rocks once you begin to think about it. So it must be time for Italian bread & peanut butter. A man begins at the stomach and proceeds outward. Expansion comes from meeting & satisfying needs. You satisfy the current need then move forward to the next need. If the next need is to eat a word then you eat the word. At some point kissing comes into play. Kissing is not an activity - kissing is a need. I mention all this because there is absolutely nothing going on at the moment. Viva la x-pansion !

That comes into play,
my that is worrying I've forgotten
the arts of kissing.

What, when we're kissing fools.
Has been one element of physical on my mind.

one element of physical ? O I'm not even gonna ask.

Why the hell do I need two nn's in "gonna" - the "n" on my keybrd is not working very well. Drives me nuts goin' back and putting all the n's in after I've already wrote something.

Really takes two people at least for a conversation. You can talk to yourself, sure but ... isn't that a kind of onanistic complex or somethin"?
A masturbatory mish-mash ? Ha !

I'd rather have a simplex than a complex any day. And another thing, why do you have to use language to turn over the memories in your mind. Words stretched across the hinterland...

I once read about a wheelbarrow full of bones that was labeled with the word "promises" by one Chief Rolling Mountain Thunder.

Seemed really apt.

When I come upon bones out in the woods they always give me pause.
'Nite,Doll.

I don't even like thinking about being alone with only my thoughts.
It crushes me. Spent the day sorta the sad, but trying very hard to think through feelings and how they'll morph into something other in no time at all. Tomorrow being Saturday might mean it's our 'movie' night, do you think so too?

Sounds good to me - or we could make our own movie ... we'll cross dress - you be James Dean and I'll be Bugs Bunny. We'll call it "Gone With The Carrot" or Bunny & Clyde Meet the Bullet Blues In The Painted Desert".

Fine. I'll be the boy. I'll go knee high in my boots, gonna look good as him. Need I say more about the leather.
You'll look good in your ears.

Last night I saw this boat. It was white with a black name down the side and I can't remember what she was called. But, she was gorgeous, mingo. I wanted to be in her. She was really skinny and very long. That was the biggest trip about her, her body seemed a mile long.
I thought, she's my boat.

She hadn't been out yet. She was put up on planks and cement blocks on land facing the ocean. I wanted to take her out on that first trip.

Bunny and Doc Holiday comes to mind.

A boat up on blocks with her bow toward the ocean ? Wow.
Hoc Dolliday to the rescue!

You would have loved her lines, as I did.
The bones of her.

What's up, Doc?

I've been studying a lot lately.
This'll be boring to you,
but not to me. I just wanna keep track.

My children are (son)INFJ, (his Dad) INTJ, (daughter)ESFP, (her Dad) ISTJ, my Dad INFP, my Mom ESFJ, sisters are INFJ and ESFJ, my Grandma IN(S)FP, Grandfather INTJ(P), Nana ISFJ. Dot, dot, dot.
Oh! and you know, but I'm INFP.

Nice to look at the dots, I can kinda see a story to it's pattern.

Ok, I'm just about convinced that the world is round but probably some more persuasion could tip the balance. So, the boat, I mean I'm not sure I understand - you dreamed it then you saw it ?

Just caught your chat post that you sent earlier, Jess showed up before noon and I just kicked him out. Been shooting shit all day. Now I'll probably have to clean the place. Anyways, sorry I missed your chat.
'Nite, Doll.

No, I'd not seen her in real life, but schooner was stuck in my head on waking...so I googled images of schooner and there she almost was.

It's o.k., I had a busy day with stuffs and wasn't around too much myself.
Sorries I missed movie night. lol. If it rains, we can check on it tomorrow methinks. I must get to bed.

Sleep well, u.