Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

but.... okay

just this once

runneth upon the sword?

i taste the sweet smell of ketchup

about to be spilled on your potato pancakes

ND4 then knave

lets set up the go boards too then
for the simultaneous exhibition
of black and white
axis of evil
and other
meaningless drivel

You just forfeited, thou scurvy cretin:
for the rules say if you know not
the notation and make an
impossible move, you immediately
surrender yr estate, yr wife and children to I,
Baron Zozo. Do not
fret peasant, I shall treat them well


(you, being black, cannot play d4:
my opening move was e4)

ma man
we could switch to a game of hearts
er whatever

i was found
but now i'm lost

all is lost!!??!!

i resign then
i surrender
have merci
buckets of merci
on my fillets of sole

The Sergeant of Arms shall be there presently
to gather up thine chattel....I wager a fine price
shall be paid for your wench and brats at
the upcoming flesh auction

hah hah hah hah hah



"Resistancy is the Gobhoblin of Whittled Signs"

when the X man walks into town
it's like the old gunfighters looked
like they knew everything
what god looks like
and where you go when you die

When Cassius rides in, run.
His words are as his swords:
Keen and brutally effective.
The Tribune of the plebes may be
a thief, but he's
no fool.

he who laughs last
lafs lassed

this dual has proved
your pen mightier than
my keyboard

i am the yin
of your yang

the dust even under
the feet of the gunfighter
take my family then
and I will bite this poison tooth

and when I die
i will know where iam
you will be left with all the naggin
i will send you the bills for college goin
and all my worldly wealth
the bankrupcty decisions
and leave this flesh
to jam on

"I'm home Rumple.
Copped a few extra hours
of spinning gold
into flax today.
You'll never get the kid.
This day day daws.
I got four movies,
and a case of
imported blues.
I am peeling my clothes off.
Donning my fat lady
pink fleece pants,
finn slippers,
spaghetti strap
tee,
hee hee.
babababa louie!
zim, bam,
zam I am!
ol monster world is shr ink ing!
god it's good to be here........"

Billy the Kid had no social agenda
he was just shootin at some food
and trying to stay out of trouble.

Jesse James had no credit cards
he made his withdrawals on impulse
at the point of an X

Even Dillinger had his gentle side
if you nuzzled the muzzle of his Thompson
he would take you to the movies

Home?

yes almost there
boss man gone home wednesday
and never come back

me
here
slackmaster
jamalator
fibrilator
dessicator
instigator
defecator

spew it man
spew it
get it off yer chessed

inoculator
laminater
pain bringer
junk singer
dong dinger
see ya later

Roll em Roll em Roll em
four twenty, four twenty,
ca chinga ca chinga,
high on a mountain
of love.
I got boots
made for walkin,
but I'm ridin,
barney google's horse,
me and sparkplug,
chewin on blades
of grass philosophy,
windowmills of
yere mind,
what do you do
when yere branded,
and you know your're
a man?

not much
jes wut im sposed ta do

Hey Holmes, Homes, Homie Sherlock:

you an oppressor you British fop

Wyatt Burp and Jed Clampett

or was it the FLintstones


Walter Brennan died for your sins; Tom Joad was buried in an unmarked grave:
Doc Holliday sort of a beat
in those hellish days of yore

supposed ta do this,
supposed ta do that,
do you have any sevens?
nope
go fish.
I don't want to fish.
I never liked it.
I prefer
trying on hats.
Stylish ones.
Comical even.
There just arent
enough days
in the week
for hats.
Shoes are an
entirely different matter.
I'm a one pair of shoes
kine a gal.
Just pretend I'm a brook okay?
Babbling sweetly,
melting the wax
in your ears.
ok boss?