Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

out of the muck
such lovely flowers
raise their faces to the sun

Wanting and wanting
to give you one.

In the tall, tall grass
of Sally Minos Bloom

I met the monk man
who'd go to the new moon.

He made pumpkin bread
and made it well and good

this he offered to me
just as he should,
just as he should.

I sit and draw pictures of him
making bread on the moon,
making bread on the moon.

Tomorrow I am going to build
a garden and build the garden well,
there I will grow for him
pumpkins ten or twelve,
pumpkins ten or twelve.

To find a way to slay
the Minotaur
in the labyrinth of her heart



a lucky monk in deed is he who walks in beauty's garden.

We'll walk and talk together this year
in the turtle brigade! The finest selection of hard shell
and simply feast on salad dining.

we will walk in the shadows
in the moonlight
we will walk, and talk,
in the silence of the hunt

the spartan women were blessed of the ancient world, maybe only second to the Jewess.

up against the wall all you spartan mothers
who have raised your sons so well
no that is just my twisted sense of humor, the Calvin of Hobbes in me. I was a fortunate son I just like that song

When I Missled You, Cob

Like a pirey.
In the silky red bless of her heart
there was the thine and thib,
a bolo of borrow the due,
but he kept her roan
the hill. Her botnaught
the lieding neel
and soultaled her soonme
lay.

This two was ribbons and hove
on the rudder of sumdays.
When sabbled, they haught
and on cobs sortered the misses.
Wib you pear.

in the strom of lieb
furiest drangest tims
wid comst to love
endneverythings okad

well hello ms. dame! has anyone seen tarbaby? i miss that little rascal!

He might be in the fallibouts and the moreow.
I'd like to see him, too.

Hello to you, from me.

He might be tops over bottoms right now with me and in a frightful mood.

Maybe there isn't anything to heal. I'm not sad about anything that happened, I just like to talk and hear what it'll have you talk of, the back and forth is what is to happen. Healing is anything anymore when it has lost it's appeal.

Why would you even want to heal somebody.

He wanted to pick me up,
but I made him lay me down.
neener neener

I really like you, you knows.

"Why not leave me then if you're not in love with me,
is it that you stay because I am in love with you."
She threw a shoe at him

and today he woke with a black eye.
She didn't even try to ice it.
Nothing.

But, they are talking today, hungry too.
I don't think she even keeps band-aids in the house.

Sometimes I do just want to go home with you,
a simple desire, but not a simple request.
ha ha

I crack myself up.