Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

It teared me up once, and there it does again. It's very lovely and I love it.

Playing around with myself on waking this am as if I'd seen a ghost, it was the change in my eye color that seemed important to me then because that is not my natural eye color, I don't know whose eyes I'd had. Wished I could do a frightening wail or at least Boo! I hit photo bucket up to see if I could capture what I was like there in visited dreams, this was best I could depict.

I, a ghostly dream figure if I could paint it, but I can't.

Is that you, dame? You're adorable! .... so young and beautiful!

It's the spooky side of me, but sort of me, except what I'd mentioned. I'm not very young though I wish I were. Thanks Doreen, I'm always scared putting this sort of thing up and get the stage fright. Was gonna reduce the size more, but can't get any smaller than real small.

Hello, you! Lovely looking gal, so youth full!

You might not be young, but what's in an age
your image is holding up well!

How do you do?

Mousey, Hello u too and I'm glad you're back again for spring is springing, didn't want you to miss the thaw of the ice.

I was once thinking of believing that youth was in the thought of not keeping the time and I used to not keep time at all, except now the clock runs me and I've joined the tick tick, I'm curious what'll happen to me now. I have a frown wrinkle as of the past year.

I'm superstitious, if demons can burn me on spot for a terrible thought, then I could escape living in hours or time could swallow me up to wrinkle and shrink.

I'm definitely living in the tick tick tick
and frown wrinkles?!? Don't get me started.

But let's love our wrinkles
a wrinkle in time saves nine
whatever that means.

I like this line from a Jann Arden song...

"Life is simple like the wrinkles on my skin"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UMtoVWGS ... B7B7A0FEEF

I'm glad I'm back too, I hope I stick and stay and don't ebb away
too soon as I sometimes dew!

Hope you'll stay this time too mousey. I like when you're here.

For you'd given up making love for lent
but if you hadn't, or if I may be so willing to suggest
your allowing me to get you supposing you hadn't,
just to imagine for the moment,
if you were to make love, how would you be doing it? I'm asking it cause I've too given it up, but if I were to begin with it again, then your thinking of it could get me started.

I can't shut her up tonight.

Sisters in the Woods Today

We women made a circle
hand and hand
spinning in unison to the right
then the left
chanting our childhood,

"Put your right breast in
put your right breast out
put your right breast in
and shake it all about."

Some of us bounced vigorously
and some naught at all
for some were fully developed
and some were surgically gone.

But it mattered not
for we were hand in hand
and together in our women-hood
fully loving giggling ourselves
silly and sharing a circle time
in bursting joyful laughter.

Women in every sort of precious smile.

To my sister, I wanna hold your hand.

You think too much of yourself
you know I saw you last night
wine on the fingertips
and you had such little fevers
it was more than I could tolerate
the sensation of the intoxication
and there you are with those eyes
going all sorts of ghostly.
It can't be good to be so much alone
and not knowing how much you are.

Today's goings on...

I put on an herb color shirt. Looking in the mirror thinking it appears as if I climbed into a full leaf; I'm just budding out all sorts of peach and blush like a flower. And I say, "I'm like a flower in this shirt." I walk around like that. People wonder at what I laugh about.

I've friends who call, but I don't always answer if my minds not to answering, though I depend upon their knowing I've already a liking to them to begin with, so if I've not the motion to answer momentarily then still they shouldn't let it unravel, for they should be depending upon my already keeping in mind their care. So I go thinking, "Don't keep calling, just drop by if you've lost it. I'll be here if you've lost it. Depend upon it." And I'll not answer.

I've a great need I won't admit to. I just go on as if it weren't there. It grows and haunts my sleep. I've a need I won't admit to. I just go on as if it weren't there. Damn dreams! Damn dreams!

Lessons on Studying Teleportation

It was only the back of her;
her nude shoulder, neck and lines

I saw naught else, though she lingers inside
obliging with her pale skin from the moon lit peek

without any extravagance for she'd none to provide
only I kept thinking she's a creamy keeper and hinted peach

a light lift in her sudden shudder
when she'd reached up to him

he was so dark and I could see nothing in his face
only her hand reaching to go in my place.

shit I was reading it.

could you just put it back for two minutes give me a chance to copy and paste it.

you know catfish are bottom feeders

if you are uncomfortable posting it send me a PM.

please.
sincerely
jt

put this down to hoodoo voodoo or sumptin

I miss her too.



We had this discussion about competition once you gave me a razzberry

Because I said I don't compete with women I compete for them.
Hard being green
Kermit got nothing on me
I have a constant urge to compete with men, hard to turn that off, or hard to over come, I can't say I have ever overcome it, but I have become more aware of it.

Not saying I am special dame, but something ain't right with me.
Almost seventy years old and I just discovered the phenomenology of female spatiality. Ha!
jimboloco writing to sonofthesun about late bloomers

Ha! but, you are special and the exception, one of the exceptions, for I'm beginning to accumulate them; up to three, though two gone missing. Wish I'd known them so I could tell them to stick around and then you could have some men to compete with. Not saying you'd try to compete for me or that I'm worth the efforts, just razzing ya.

Yesterday's Temper is Today Polite

"I've a small bird on my tongue!
It cries out each time I'm to open my mouth;
faint with a red dappled wing,
soft breasted and it's tangerine beak.
It is keeping me quite happy,
I must say, when it chirps lightly."

"A small bird? Let me have a look at it.
I'll capture it for the study
we'll face it North through a speck of sunlight
it's head at a tilt and tail going upwards."

"You might damage it so
or else cause it to hide
and I'll certainly not let anything at it!"

"I could go gently and whisper, very politely
--small bird, have you a song for me?
Come closer so we'll have a better idea of each other."

"Once I'd have pleaded for you to trap a sparrow
who jumped about for hours and sang too sweet,
I'd grown thin, until I'd bit it's twittering head off!"

"Oh! Not very lady like.
I'll have a fear of you, if you go on that way."

"I could have enlisted your help with the very large crow;
he'd terribly over-took my whole mouth
and caused me such melancholy.
When I would notice my reflection
it'd seem darker with circles growing menacingly.
I'd spent a month drunk on whiskey."

"Oh yes, today you've a very nice complexion."

"And I'm kinder also, you know."

~Here ya go Jack...and a