Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

i toss my mind into the air
hope to catch a word or two
pre-breakfast

bling bling!

a word or two
I can't stop
for breakfast
eat on the run
gulp down coffee and jam
roasted toasted spontaneous

I toss my mind into the air
hope to catch the wind
thoughts sail away on words

yup - too much vitamin C do it every time combined with a daily dose of fluoride & eat your damn broccoli get to be a green man the hope & the dream we all come down to riding the machine by God I hope it's clean goin' off now gotta count some clouds you can say it right out if it's the truth don't have to be loud

you ever notice the afterglow
after judih leaves a few words

I got to start taking vitamins again, I find myself with little energy, trapped in a karmic meaty wheel that is rolling so slow. I dig how the Brits pronounce that word vit as in fit ahmen. I wish I knew how to spell phonetically. Or even just spell.?

I have noticed that afterglow, Jack.

broccoli
bok choy
aura of 'a/eh'

(judih from canadian soil)

sending you
messages
via trout
you're just across the lake
it makes me want to carpet bomb
a textbox !
HELLO judih on this continent!
glowglowglow

Folks that drink tea don't commonly put the sound of the crow in that beverage. truth is without the sound of the crow in it tea is just discolored water and the rest is in the mind.

The clothes that cover my skin don't move by themselves. Had it not been for a crow Ikkyu never would have made history.

I feed the crows around here. - the last two slices of bread in the wrapper that are slated to get hard or moldy - leftover donuts from work. I've tried just about this & that over time
- have discovered crows are no fans of pasta in any form - crows don't like spaghetti - or fruit or most veggies - they love the donuts though -

the woman just called from work - she asked if Bean (a coonhound currently residing with us) had taken a shit yet - no i said but he is eating grass - wait & let the grass do it's work - Bean knows what he is doing - / for humans the temptations of intervention are difficult to resist - good can be bent to evil easier than evil can be bent to good but no one ramifies on this - it's like what is showing itself in front of us does not exist

Dog hairs are taking over my keyboard !
AAAAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH ....
... it may not be the blues but certainly qualifies as the Plum City Bitties ...

green tea
green grass
yellow fever malaise

I got 2 good eyes and just don't see
Evil to good, it happens all the time
in a parallel universe

I got two good eyes just don't see
what I don't want to see
but if it helps me make through the night

"...don't truth me..." Kurt Von wise old man.

I am working on a Wagnerian Opera going to call it The Ride of the Disangelists.

spontaneous
ramble scramble bandit notions

Opera! hell yeah Mongolia ! Revenge of the tall grass prairie ! Highway boomerangs I gotta duck my mind under the 2.0 ohm limit.
Lost my scalp twice tonight in chess. Then I turned into One Stab. My gallant antagonist pushed for a wing attack early before he had sorted out the position in the center and I was able after blocking his check on my king to push him back across the board and deliver mate on his castled position. I sacrificed a bishop to open lines for my rooks with no loss of time - then i fed those rooks to him Klingon style gained back my sacrifice and a tempo to boot - finessed a pin into gaining an entrance into his seventh rank & got to say the two words all chess players love to say - "check & mate - "Hell yeah, Mongolia !

Morning 'til noon, noon 'til evening, ,evening 'til midnight, midnight 'til morning,
the United States is not political, it is economic.
For the poor the United States is not a dream, it is money that is owed that never goes away.

... the belly button, the navel, is the most telling thing about us ...