Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Part Three:

Though I paint a nice picture
of what could have been a love affair,
there is a pretty lady
and I, her handsome rescuer

it still ends with a boom, disastrously.

We'd made it to Springville,
every state seems to have one,
so that's where we'll go, too
for this sad tale.

The big 758 train was rolling into town,
well the doll wanted to get closer and feel it rattle
and roar, right through her ...

I had warned the girl and gave details of all the dangers,
I told her, but she was too damn stubborn,
plus I don't think she was really listening.

She got caught up in the speed of the thing.
It was like a monster and she looked so surprised.
I said it again, I said it twice

"The number 758, the biggest, meanest train,
a train with a grill on front the size of Godzilla
is sliding through the ice,"

That's the light of the 758 train on a winter day with the doll in sights.

What dumb thing to leave a girl lonely, any girl and I mean it.
There's plenty of guys that want to take up the life of isolation, but not a girl in sights that wants to live that life. Maybe plenty of em who've done it, but whole crow it prolly wasn't by choice.

Girls like when there's someone close to hold them.
I'm tired, really pretty sleepy of sleeping with my ownself.
I'm sure I only talked myself into this by saying and dreaming there was a warm body gonna be there sometime in between.

Anyway, that's all I'm gonna care about that's whiny today.
The want and laps of being in pursuit of someone.
I eat that for breakfast and it does come around energy.

Prolly you're not at all gonna be pleased with my stream of thoughts, I mean they're undisciplined and unruly and not at all well taught by any of your wise sayings that normally take place by the time you get a-hold of me and start shaking.

My free thinking goes like this...
how to turn over a rock, a tree and move the mountains to find something of something he left for me.

Ha Ha, that is dull, I knows it, but that's what's there right now.

Yesterday I watched a painter painting a house around it's windows and I told Cat that I wanted to think of the painter painting my eyes closed, like they were the windows and I was this giant house. I was thinking of doll houses and the feel of paint, cold and wet shutting out the light and then I thought of my arm and hand thrusting out the door, grabbing the outdoors stuff, grabbing his hand... the painter's. Making sure, just making sure.

Writing anything I want, huh and like I'm walking around toy-cat-pretty.

Well, he looked to me like Cary Grant, but a little roughed in the jacket. He seemed really sweet matured. The first I walked into the room I saw him and walked right there, like I knew, I knew I knew and sat down on the stool in front of him, prolly said sumpin' like, "Can I sit down here, Mister?"

I'm sure I batted my eyes, sure I'm sure I did and most likely many times and pulled out all the women maneuvers. When he stood I stood and positioned in close enough he could handle my waist, which he did effortlessly. It's so much the dance and when the match is matched up perfectly we can stand and have fun at it, we can sit and still have fun at it.

I took a hook in the heart when falling over board, when meeting that damn fish.

I remember my fortune teller saying that I'd fall in love when I was old and then we two would travel.

Na-Na-Na
it's Spring and you've, mister master, have been a nuisance with your women and your scolding me with all that swearing. Anyway, I'll give you something to do with that mouth of yours, it'll be my pleasure.

Dear mister,

You're in the desert and I'm in the sea, there are a lot of alone, at home fish that seem too eerily much like me. So to efforts and remedy this, I'm gonna walk around and forget about all that non-sense that wants to tire me down.

I was looking at images of mirrors and reading what was writ as commentary, it was all from some unlucky luck who also said she was the dame. When I'm appearing and peering into a mirror, I too see what I can't have and yet I go back to it, go back to it and keep up with these returns.

I found somebody to help out today and I was good and good and ready. Such distractions really simply delight me. I start to put in energy and I find myself to smile and laugh genuinely. I think it's because I get the chance to share a little of me.

We are so far apart
it is better she has you
than I.

This damn world is heavy, just absolutely heavy.
Where do all the smart people go, the colleges are corrupt, the fields are too, the food is lousy and a glimmer of hope would be nice.

How is it that in history people hung young girls for witchcraft, just because of a superstitious paranoia or herb, but today we let such monsters run wild across the whole earth. No place is sacred, nothing untouched.

I want to see a peace.
I'm so mad!

I went to sleep praying that God will save our people.

I do not want to live under a huge company's doing in such a way that they'd have manipulated all foods and in order for me to eat

I'd have to first consume their made medicines first, (like roundup is for the changed plants, meaning the altered plants can not even grow unless it has the roundup),

basically I already have to eat a pill if I were to eat/drink a dairy product or else I'll be ill for three or so hours. I can't nor want to imagine if that is what will/is happening to all food.

I'm gonna candle up to your handle, just like that.
I'll be your looks, you'll be my doors.
I, your porridge and you're my spoon.

OK, listen. I just need one good man to teach me to build traps, help with the garden and actually do a lot of the work in it, but I'll do a lot of eating, I promise and to be rock, tree, mountain, mouth, neck, land, lost with me, voice with me.
I ask a lot, but if I believe in it that means I've seen something.
That's exactly what that means.

Faith is because we've seen it somewhere, somehow, no matter if it was in the mirror and we haven't actually touched it. We've seen it in another fashion without it being right there.

You don't need a man, Doll, you need a mule.

That just made me wonder, can we buy mules very easy these days or no?
AND, Brat!