Art

susie: i know i've complained about this before. susie: but i miss your writing. cloud8: yeah? cloud8: i write still susie: all i get now are links to articles, random songs you're listening to, and your photography. susie: i was just rereading an entry i wrote

Not sure why there’s a guy banging on an EasyBake oven wrapped with a towel or the lyrics change, but it sounds pretty solid. I tried my best to leave This song on your machine But the persistent beat it sounded thin upon listening And… that shit will just

There’s a tension between doers and followers, creators and consumers, universal and cultural, eternal and now, boldness and passivity.  I need dialogue that coax the point where these tension bleed into one another.

dying is fine)but Death ?o baby i wouldn’t like Death if Death were good:for when(instead of stopping to think)you begin to feel of it, dying ’s miraculous why?be cause dying is perfectly natural;perfectly putting it mildly lively(but Death is strictly scientific &

I had a good chat with a friend the other night. She told me that I should write more. Write more, otherwise it'll go away and doesn't come back, she says. Write about anything.

My brain is like a piece of glass, shattered into a million drops of light reflected on and on. My whimsy is there, buried in books and words and letters, disconnected from – there, my angst, with poets and dreamers, shuffling among the dark recesses giving (of course) stage to the