Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

It's o.k. that you didn't photograph,
we can photograph another day. Your son is being troubled by women? I can't imagine, I thought women were easy peasy to have a handle on.

I spent the day watching 1950-60 French films and covering up the windows from the cold out doors. Now, those Dolls made it look natural, they hold conversations with an ease and know when to bat, when to bluff.

Sometimes I don't even know when to talk.

I went to sleep thinking about you walking out in the woods with your son
and that led to my thinking,
you're a great person to be influenced by and that he'll do well by coming to you for advices.

Then I had a dream that my guy friend invited me to a dance. lol.
It made me feel noticed, because I often disappear myself so much so,
but that doesn't mean I want to disappear.

You, the invisible woman? Perish the thought! I'd bust ya in a yew nork moment if ya tried pullin' that routine on me. I'd pelt ya with used teabags for one thing. And thanks for the compliment but I'm the last person he needs to be coming to about women. No, really... i have fig newton filling stuck between my teeth at the moment. Those tiny little seeds, ya know. I'm chasing them around with my tongue.
'Nite, Doll.

I didn't think you had woman troubles,
I thought you handled them pretty good.
Ya know it's all about eat, walk, sleep.
Eat, walk, sleep.

As for me, I don't have guy troubles.
One time I did and then I just shut the door.
It's like how easy could it be.

A long time since I held one.

Ya got the empty arms blues? I had myself a mailbox dream last night or I should say this morning. I only have had mailbox dreams about folks in my father's line. last time I had one it was about my father. There was an open mailbox close to where I was standing but I hadn't opened it. I was standing by a gravel road watching my father walking away at a distance down the road, just before he disappeared around a curve he waved. Last night it was about my great grandfather, the Scotsman. Everybody called him Grandpa Pa. Not going to get detailed here but the dream began with me opening a mailbox and finding small heavy packages, I didn't open them but knew they held coins. Then My great grandfather called me. I'm skipping a lot right now 'cause I'm too tired to relate much. Suffice to say after talking to me for awhile he said he remembered me from when I was little then he kissed me and woke me right up.

The message of not being forgotten, but continuing that which you're to continue.
It's a whole heart when relatives come to stop by in our dream state. A whole heart. I like that message.

Thx, Doll. Still going over the things contained in the dream. It was, how do you say? ... a doozie. I gotta get my rasty self into a shower before Nancy decides there is no way I'm worth it. Catch ya later, Annie B!

... and goodnight, Annie B...

I feel like a coyote and I've come to coyote you ...
.... GOOD MORNIN, DOLL!
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Hi to you mingo coyote.
The furnace broke and I've been freezing. The landlord is fixing it now, but last two nights I curled up tight in a blanket.
I have a fear of freezing to death.

Good news, the furnace is on and the house is warming.
How is your back feeling?

Happy afternoon to you.

Glad your furnace is to workin' again. Let me know next time - I'm a helava hugabug. Past Master Hug-a-Bug Grand Pooba here. It's snowing here and I just saw a guy go by the lodge on a bicycle. Good God! I got my little propane bottle heater going and going. Trying to keep the furnace from running too too much. My back is keeping me from being too comfortable plus I been sittin' since I got up this morning. Not good and thx for asking. Outta here - time to make lunch.
Later, Doll >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> *

ppp
I'm eating carrots.
See ya in awhiles.

There once was a little bibby-bye.
There once only to die,
to die a bibby-bye and anything else
we can be.

There used to be a fana-tana,
there used and now buried
too buried within the ...

High up on the sycamore,
lup, lup the tree
lup, lup the sycamore is me.

I read Homer is a Pest today.
One of my favorites.

My favorite books are still the children books.
I hope you'll wake up with a strong back tomorrow or the next day and the next.

P.S. Keep it in the night.
Keep it and sleep rested.

It was cut mountains
and paper rocks.

We're so acceptable.
That'll cost you $9.99.

Nothing to do with doing anything, just a do-la.
She held a pocket full of monies on first street and the Blvard, the clerk said here's the best we gots. That'll be $9.99 plus tax.

She never saw sheep eat off the ground before. Not nothing to do with doing. Sheep were in the windows, cows were behind the door.

It is called modern society. Modern. That'll be $9.99 for a ticket to meet the sheep behind the windows, doing the climb up paper rock and cut my finger on the mountain, just trying to snap a photo, like snap.