Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

a lunchbreak can be a lifetime dearie.
balony
cheese
a little juicy
fresh squeeze....


you bring the starting line
I got the melons




H

k
I'll be there
wrapped up in my best line
(when you don't have limbs it's the only way to carry it)
taxi cab arrived just in time
the driver felt a bit awkward when I paid him in flesh
awww cripe you live on a place with a balcony??
that's at least one floor up!
I'm gonna have to jump to get to the doorbell

the balcony, oh yes, I forgot to tell you about that.....
up here in a grocery bag,
a most melon-ious funk,
dream walks,
starting lines finished,
spitting contest sputtered,
so what.
I still
getta kick
outta you....

why now?
why here?
why
oh why
can't I be in that grocery bag?

the only thing I ask
is a promise
that all the other fruit you're with
don't mean anything to you
and I'll promise
to get to that flippin doorbell
before your lunchbreak's over

boing boing boing boing boing

it's inja bag, baby.
souls sans flesh,
yellow mustard
cheesespread heads,
fevered
balony,
on a roll,
hot red
melon juice,
oozing down
our sides,
slippin an
slatherin,
in uneaten
sublime.....

pulsating membrane
rolling all over
spiralling upwards
biting at
nothingness
teeth meet flesh
my juice is your juice
you make
me want
to eat myself
but all I can do
is feed
on my words
a gain
skin
and words
melt
and mix
and stop
making sense
until
sense
is the only
duality

I believe I just imploded

imploded,
like never before!
all over the floor,
our bits,
popped
to stain,
pallor
and bust,
all
that remain,
of melons,
unchained......

now that's going to be hard to reassemble
are those my pieces or your pieces?

this was gigantic
my head's spinning
I need time to recuperate
I'm smashed
in every sense of the term!
goodnight magic-talking woman in pieces
may you reassemble in a beautiful shape
I wonder what I'll be next
you can take parts of me if you like
just don't pinch all the green bits ok?
late. tired. sleep.
Goodnight again. I love your athmosphere.

xo

Hest, are you challenging me to a duel?

I take that challenge.

Watermelon seeds at dawn it is.

First one to lodge a seed in the other's eye get's the prize.....
Mush melon 13....I mean Traveller 13.

Aw, who am I kiddin'. I can see you two have already developed a meaningful relationship...may it be long and fruitful! May the sweet juices from your melony fountain of love never sour, never sweet and sour.

Heh Heh....you guys are too cool....too cool and refreshing for this sour grape.

Well, all I can say is.....


It's been a slice!

you can challenge all you like if you want
my choice is made
hester happened to me first
the grocery store is closed
sorry

Yes, as usual I end up with the pig's ear!

A whole handful of nothin'!

An empty bag!

Luckily my own company is exhilarating enough!



"If I had a choice
I'd avoid me too!" Dwight Yoakum(ya, in a pig's ear!)