Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Which one is Richard?
We can change the subject to erotic,
prolly an easier topic.

I think Anais did it best
and you know how much she influences me.

I flipped over to do a search on aphrodisiacs after the last one. Found it so interesting, made me hungry. The thing about food and getting hungry though is, I would rather spend the time to eat with a friend instead of getting hungry alone. Eating can be a set aside time that points out a thing like that.

I hope your move is gonna go perfectly for you
and if not, then maybe it'll become art.

Was it Anais that said, "My body has all these lines, they lead to my central craving. How about we eat steak, I'm starving."
Be it here, be it best.
We need a studio eight menu for all the foods we'd eat together.

I'm about to make some home-made oatmeal.
Gotta work on these cooking skills in case there's a major disaster.

I cannot lift out of this
when you're grand master
of all illusion.

I'm only to nurture
your thrown seeds
that a fleck of sunlight
might lift to stature.

You'll only have me
as the mother,
before a great hurricane
seizes the land.

Sit and paint it's tender
feet, the last gay stare
when it pouts an urge,
then blow as you must.

How about a tasty haiku
"a delicious morsel"

spider widow smiles
her husband was a charmer
lover first, then lunch

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I got your private message trying to figure if you left out a word

did you mean "mad about women"
or mad at women?


St Jack was both I think
but ain't most men double minded about them.

It was just in light of realization. I mean after I'd posted that I thought Jack will be mad about women, as in, I think my confessions make women appear to be meaner than they might be, but it's only me acting up and admitting it. Maybe I should stop admitting it before women get a dis-taste for me. My ancestors a bunch of horse thieves, got caught, got hung.

A true to life haiku, Jack.

I wondered
not much going on here dame
just jammin with a pal

check out the image I attached to this file, that question mark tell you my life story. Click on Lookup IP after you click on the question mark.

I was just looking, then thinking that's why so many people avoid hanging out in the artlogs?
So strange, and the IPs, etc. Anyway, me waving to you from where I am. Don't make it public though, cause I likes being in hiding. lol, sounds dumb to be confessional type, but then secret.

"I wont tell nobody your life story
if you dont tell nobody that I care"

Nothing like a doubting girl who never believes the same things twice...
or something like that. A forever changing thought pattern I barely can hold before it morphs on into something else entirely.

Isabella Rose was born today
The proud father waiting for his bones to knit
It takes a village they say.

Isabella Rose has never lied to anyone yet.

Jack, what a beautiful name to start her off with. A name says it all and you went well. Welcome to sweet new Isabella Rose! Be a little light darlin', he says you already are. Cheers to life and I mean it.

Hanging in my kitchen The Storm by Pierre Cot copy
from a book of famous pieces, prints.






and Imaginary Landscape by Asher B. Durand copy from book, too.

The Storm yes I remember that one on another thread somewhere
the one where I deleted attached picture .

Storm just passed through here sweet rain cooled off feels good like an early autumn should but we aint done with summer yet.

Complicated and beautiful when in memory.
I try convincing myself it's almost the same as a minute ago. I don't know if you do that, too.
If we can accustom ourselves, like gentle meetings in the wood this early frosty morning, and then talk about it over my ice-cream on your blueberry hot pie. I'll go, "It was frost in my eye lids, I touched her and stepped in snow.' She showed me a flower that could grow in the climate, it burst somehow.
Snow to a love, snow to her
and she said to me 'Be more so.'

I wasn't fluent enough for her, but we did walk in the wood a bit this Autumn.
I'm glad you find her still.