Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

chose life
chose murderous cancerous desire
chose drumming your heart
chose an old fashioned log
chose piano laments
chose sudden repents
chose wishful thinking
chose day dreams and fire
chose freak golfing accidents
chose gigantic eardrums and a centipede with a gun (SMITH & WESSON)
chose NaZi sloganeering
chose Bush
choose Jeb
chose freedom instead
chose the alphabet
chose these words
chose a sunflower waving
chose a son
chose a faint recollection of a past never mentioned
chose a well meaning career in the front line
chose a line across the forehead
chose your forefathers
chose a badger with a spoon
chose a freeform jazz megalomaniac scatting
chose munching scat with a fair weather friend
chose Hendrix
chose Elvis
chose Beatles
chose stones
chose Dylan
chose Joplin
chose new York's Ramones
chose a book to read
chose a book to write
chose an anti-depressant
chose a nameless face to fuck
chose "we are the champions" at 2am
chose stuttering incomprehensibly till your eyeballs shatter
chose heaven
chose hell
chose bloody hell fire
chose to bully
chose to mock
chose the clergy
or
chose to RAWK

The mysteries of men
are endless yet
solved by men
repeatedly in
attempts to get
the answers
right.

But the mysteries
of women are
infinite.

They
remain unresolved
night after night.

This is the reason
women require
candlelight
and lack of
ruse.

It is also why
women choose
men.

They need
someone to
pretend
to know
solutions.

Pay attention.

This has to do
with evolution

Who told the first fib?
Was it Eve?
Multiple lies.
Multiple lies.
Adam had 'em.
What's to believe?


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gawd, that was awful ..... no lie.
but hey, whatevah... I tried!
ok... who's runnin' this show?
where'd the bartender go?
this is a party, right?

I Zap bullets
into zephyrs,
Mae west wind
feng shooey,
on yooey.
Dude,
see this four
twenty,
5 budd round, automatic
hi-noon-leveler
I got right here?
Put yere gun down son.
Use mine.

this is more than
a poetry party ever
imagined, more than
the simple words of
99 guinea pig people
o say were we used
o say were we abused
o say that was yesterday................

don't go gimme no lip talk, gurl!
don't go gimme dat slam, son!
i gots me a word pistol like none
youse evah seen! gonna jam
out sum lyric, know what i mean?
but don't go gimme no jive talk
guinea pig goo
i ain't no guinea
and i ain't no pig
i don't know 'bout you!

lol

nah bonnie not you
you sleek and
ya ain't stuck in glue
damn I done gone
and messed the
whole stew, ain't no
chan cha here, you sleek
like fox miss bonnie ya
knows I love ya......sorry
clyde I just do..................

shock-n-awgural,
tsunami pol eee tic,
Kingman drools over
four year schtick,
force feeding freedom
everywhere,
"if you don't have liberty,
then dammit you'll have terror"!

Clyde's been ridin' high
on that there slick side
ever since he took my hand,
and man o man, that man's
got a thing for Miss Bonnie.
But he ain't no fool 'cause
i took him to school, fancy
that! He's got a pistol
and a ten gallon hat, sure
does, but what was in that
bottle he was drinkin'? I been
thinkin' it was a rattlesnake
done bit the dude in the head!
My man Clyde's done snuck off
and gone to bed! Without me, yet!
Imagine that! I been wonderin'
what's inside his hat!

Now, I been fooled by worse,
that ain't no lie, my friend.
Clyde'll be back to do me again.
I think that snake done wore him out
and about this time a day, he's just
plain tuckered.

Now I'm probbly the luckiest
gal in the knoll. All told, Clyde's
a badboy, see? But he's good, too.
Real good for me. Know why?
'Cause he's just the kinda guy
t'get me in real bad trouble
then rescue me out again.

And that makes the whole
darn thing right cool!
'Cause I don't know where
we're goin' and I don't know where
he's been but I know when the dude
wakes up, we're gonna go somewhere
excitin'! Plus he shoots that pistol o'his
just like lightnin'!

Kaaaaaaa POWWWWW!
Man'd got me now!

luv,
Bonnie

shock-n-awgural
just saw this!
i love it! *kiss*

see ya'all down at
the crossroads..........

haha.

sorry, just the glasses and you looking one way and me looking t'other.

I think you'se keepers..........

anybody seen a fly
buzzzzzzz'n round in
here????...could be he's
in Vegas entertainin'.............

I listened to "no reggae"
staring at my cowboy boots
that're sitting by the wall

hey, dude, yer so damn slick!
got those shades on and all,
what a trip! not only that,
i dig the smirk
betchya knock the gals dead
with a look! hey, you glance
yer way, i'll glance mine.
one way or the othah,
brotha! we got it covahed