Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Okay, here I go, I'm singin to ya still....
One, two three fore!

I bite my nails and I twiddle my hair,
I wanna hose of love to spray everywhere,
I wanna be real,
tell me how you feel,
Goodness gracious your balls are on fire!

I talk and talk with an open heart,
You answer back with a careless fart,
I wanna feel,
something that's real,
Goodness gracious your balls are on fire!

Listen to me baby!
awwwwwwwwwwww tha feels good
Talk to me bababababababy!
I wanna know you and you knew I would.

You shake my tree and I'll rattle your wood
no one needs money when the lovin's this good
When I feel low
I wanna place to go
Goodness gracious my balls are on fire!

Heh
H

... and a glass and a half of full cream dairy milk...

well hester I have tried, I almost died singing that song of self pity since i can't reach you with what is real for let me try a dream.


paralyzed with fear.

I don't know what works for me anymore. I haven't even tried since that freezing morning in february 1980 when it wasn't working. Maybe just because I was freezing in that room. I was shivering it was so cold. I should have started up the wood stove after it went out. The memory of me trying to get that shriveled little weenie into her still persists. The truth on the end of my fork.. Just how much of a dick head I was. Her look of disgust. I have had twenty five years to re virginify myself. Plenty of opportunites for me, but I have always ducked them, either fear of impotence or I just did not care enough for her to try.

A lonely feeling for me to lie next to a woman I have just fuked and not feel much for her, just want to get up and leave. I think I would rather be horny.

That memory of me that morning such a sex fiend. What the hell was I thinking, I was not. Just totally out of touch with her and myself. Trying to perform at ten degrees F.

Dreaming my life away.
Live only in my dreams
Good enough
Cheap entertainment

Impotent dreams

Funny how a couple days after I stop smoking pot the dreams return, usually erotic. I dreamed a beautiful woman in my arms. Her father had just died; she came to my bed for comfort not sex. But she was bare naked and so was I, so we embraced her tears against my face. The touching became intimate. I kept thinking I got to brush my teeth. I woke up with a dry mouth; I had not brushed my teeth before bed. That will teach me. Cause who knows what dreams may come before I shuffle off this mortal coil. She had wanted to take me in her mouth, but I wanted her to kiss me. But I knew that between the gum disease and the diabetes I breath could have made a goat faint. So I awoke from a nightmare. Brushed my teeth and went back to bed. The weirdest detail of the dream was that she was a Jewess.

hammer hammer

Can't afford to be too concerned with that. Not much interest in it right now. I live in denial, considering the beginning.

When I was 15, life began at 15. When I was forty, life began at forty, albeit with a sturdy hangover....

Life began this morning with orange juice and waffles, and it hasn't worked out too badly. Pehaps pancakes tomorrow, though we'll see...

I'm not sure if this is what you were looking for, but it helps me get through the night, as they say...

Mnaz that sure works for me too but i don't think I could have said it so eloquently. I must be one sick puppy thoughts of death lead to thoughts of sex. I feel like woody allen trapped in the body of a mesomorph. Darfur babies being born, in the midst of a genocide people are still doing it.

Hester we go back a long way, or so it seems to me, five years? A long time on the internet I suppose.

I remember how jamelah took a lot of criticism for her erotic posts, I thought they were subtle and beautiful. But one woman always come down on her because she never had enough cunts, and pricks, and dripping whet vagina's and spurting cum. I am looking for a good erotic web site rated PG-12. I can't help you with the hot and heavy action. More into a dialogue of the skin.

Sorry.



Cat I got a sick mind, eros and thanatos, life, death and sex, all interwinded in my mind.


edit added later

There is a really Boring book called Beyond The Pleasure Principle which he puts forward the idea of a death instinct in us. They say a coward dies a thousand deaths. I am going to have one hell of a mortuary bill. I don't have an answer for you. Just like mnaz I am thinking about what I will have for breakfast if I wake up alive in the morning. If this will cheer you up it is a line from a Waylong Jennings song, "you can die from the cold in the arms of a nightmare, knowing well that your best days are gone
The best post on this string was Mnaz. He nailed it.

Sounds like you just need to re-locate to a civilised country Hester.

And he turned to his people and said dry your eyes
We've been blessed and we are thankful
Raise your voices to the sky
It is a good day to die

---Robbie Robertson

Lightning Rod wrote:who said, "If I had known I was going to live so long, I would have taken better care of myself?"

That was Dean Martin when he turned 80.

If I'd known I was going to live this long I would not have given all my money away. Me.

A-One that saying is a heck of a lot older than dean martin. btw he was 78 when he died, which is a miracle if you ask me. Considering his life style. It gives me hope.

If I'd known I was going to live so long, I'd have taken better care of myself. ~Leon Eldred

Mickey Mantle
If I knew I was going to live this long, I'd have taken better care of myself.

"If I had known I was going to live this long, I would have
taken better care of myself." - Eubie Blake at age 100
http://www.ssec.wisc.edu/~billh/quote


If I had known I was going to live this long I would have taken better care of myself. [Anon]

It’s like George Burns, Milton Berle and Bob Hope always said as they got older, “If I knew I was going to live this long I would have taken better care of myself

Tonight, however, I borrow the inimitable wit of Casey Stengel: “If I had known I’d live so long, I’d have taken better care of myself.”

If i'd known I was gonna live this long...I'd a taken more time....
heh.
!!!!!
Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

Still truckin, I've got this urge to give studio eight a big huge cyberhug right now.
squeeeeeeeezies!

do you think i'm a crazy crone?

H

Hester I was coming here to write about death, but now I am thinking about life. I need to hear your voice too much to risk a lie. I look in the mirror and see the same vain bastard I saw when I was twenty. A woman's face is what I see when I am fuking. Flowers, flowers with changing expressions, sometimes I would get so absorbed in watching her face that I stopped what I was doing and then her expression became puzzled, "why did you stop"
I forgot what was the question.

Crone? No hester I think you are beautiful. Time is hard. I see my strength is gone, strong jack turning into a 97 pound weakling

Thinking about the subject of Cat's post.
What I came hear to say was two people are conspicuous by their absence. Jimboloco could say much about this, and SooZen too. They have seen so many die.

I vote for sunrise, a good time to die.

But I plan to have an early breakfast

mousey, that picture is priceless.
I must have a copy!