Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

I came, I saw, that's me

visiting a navy buddy in Winona Minnesota 1978 camping along the Mississipi when it was over I was a wounded mess I saw combat that night deer flies as big as bumblebees when they take a bite they leave a hole in your body it was like a horror movie looking at your bloody girlfriend and the look on ...

the most heinous were pardoned criminally immoral whackos conspiracy theorists the dregs of society the bottom feeders with a plan for 2025 the rule of law hangs by a thread as does democracy have you heard the latest a quote from the right side "suicidal empathy" it's another way of saying kindness...

there was this look
her eyebrows raised slightly
no words necessary

spring chores bring rebirth
start anew in your mind
but body sez uh uh

fate lingers
like her perfume
the mind craves more

nothing is real most of the images we can't help but see one way or another are specifically tailored for the masses so they will absorb a particular message that will not make you any healthier.... everything our eyes run into by chance unintentionally, are streamlined to sell you something merchan...

my git up and go
face-planted in the backyard
crawled back into the lazy boy

the mystique of elon
snookered buyers into believing
he was genius
turns out he simply has a high IQ

nomenclature born in filthy think tanks shape the way we feel about the onslaught about to come first, plan the offensive then give it a clever name that suggests just the opposite like for instance peacekeeper missiles Gee, I'm for peace, so I'm ok with all this say the MAGA obedient... how about P...

Im afraid so

jane goodall has tapped in the intangible, into the deepest layers of existence.....MAGA folks remain on the surface easily led by the simple babbling of a two bit con man who is adept and stringing out the long con

yeah mnaz, beyond databases and frankly immeasureable....art...as well as people are the wild card....think tanks try to predict what citizens will do, but the fat cats can not see past their bellys

harshness falls away
ever so slowly a new feeling,
on your nose, in your toes

I believe Art is here for a unique purpose..... often disguised in metaphor like its sister Poetica and above all else serves to comfort those who have been smashed into little pieces Art is there I feel to make you whole again... so I don't need more stinkin' doctors Do not take me to no hospital t...