Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

I'm not sure I know what you look likes, mingo darlin'
I mean, Catfish is dark complication, but then again he murks in the muddy waters
and he's a bit meanish selection. He has a menacing dare me to.

I don't truly have a type, as far as looks going to go. I prefer personality.
I do likes a few things, I likes a strong neck, 5 o'clock shadows, tougher skin (not that baby soft) and to be taller than I, because I'd rather be the petite of us two.
Better to lift me up, you say.

I've been around with a lot of vanilla complications, a few red-heads and two darker types. Not that I liked any of them after the first race. ppp

Not that I liked any of them after the first race.

omg omg - you're crackin' me up here, Doll.

i don't know what i look like either.

... no, really.

It's as if we're in a rabbit's belly
this not being of able to see each other.
Any way, I wrote a note about playing charades with him when he's at his stubbornness.

I do likes the catfish's neck. I want to clasp him there.
ta la ta la

There once was a Catfish, he had a very good neck
and along came an Alice, who clung to it as a gem.
There once was a Catfish. neener neener.

It's good to have good neck.
My kind of night in, don't ya knows it.

i'd a pride in sticking close stickin' to bone but I got these ponies that do their runnin' sometimes ...
i like necks because they invite things from possibilities to livin' breathin' actuals -
they turn & tilt to expose themselves
all that skin -
because otherwise what point ?

i mean it's a video - a scene - one that breathes - to live in not to look at ...

wow it just began raining - HARD.

down south they eat catfish at the drop of a dime - catfish and hush puppies. Up here it's haddock that's the thing. haddock / french fries / cole slaw ... some folks 'round here think that the frontier really stopped at the hudson and the rest of the way is just the imagination ...

my ponies is runnin' - across the field to the edge of the woods - sometimes they stop there & sometimes they keep goin' ... i like when they run straight across as if they were goin' right into the trees then at the the last moment they slow up turn and go along the edge before they peel into the trees ...
i think they do that just to please me ...

and it does.

still rainin' but not as hard - gone steady - it's one of those FBI rains, shows up knocks hard then settles in to tear things all up with a warrant - reason there's cops is because of sin - we's all caught in it ... nobody anywhere ain't guilty of somethin' - little guilts, big guilts, inbetween guilts - people lookin for ways out so's they open doors to rooms that have more doors ... and that's the world we got ...

so we writes each other these little romances but in between the words we mean right here right now right through the floor and a door opens and the ponies run and it don't matter to them if they ever make the woods because it's the run that counts ...

... and i'm trippin' more than you are and i'm for bustin' down the door and eatin' ALL the razzberries ...

If we really were in the rabbit's belly
and you were pretending it was a dark cave,
so I'd pretend I had a candle.

When you'd leave
I'd mark the walls in candle smoke,
then you'd find your way back.

I'd say, "I'm glad you read Tom Sawyer to me, otherwise it'd just be a dark cave and us two with a candle."

If you had one end of the kite string
and I the other,
we'd be able to find each other,
even in a rabbit's belly.

we're flying a kite in a rabbit's belly. Be easier if it weren't so smoky in here.

Ha, mingo...
Like a flicker, it was all there in that moment.

She was made of bird nests too. Think on that, all the little bits of things the birds bring back to be the home. He was an egg lifter and held them in his hands.

wind out of the east - rain and big time thunder - lightning that flashes up the whole sky - thats how i came home through - and so i'm thinking of bird nest woman & how it's all in a moment - tales of an egg lifter ... and the things he holds in his hands...

mine.
Like twigs and beads, trig, bolas and poon.

Oh, hell yeah ... good hard luck songs on our lips !

Once he brought home a bow-tie,
you should have seen me in that...
it was like Holiday! ha ha
yes. It's always yes.

Little Big fruit trees
we can be so fat.

...and - yeah!

fat cat cousins you & i
we be rollin around on our bellies
& laughin' toward the sky

that's because we have these pestering joyous spirits?
or is it spits over easy vineyards?