Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

two old friends sitting on a park bench when the conversation veers from small talk to deeper dives into our lives thus far, I say Carl Sagan called it intellectual chauvinism the assertion that we know all the laws of physics science for instance is merely a tool in the box not a trump card to slam...

wow...so cool ....Thank You ... thank you...I started off with Judih, and You and Theda Spracklin ( Hester Prynne ) and the 3 of you brightened my morning.....a great start to the day...I will come back later for more...have some chores to do, but boosted by these gems...

Well stated Roy.....the forest speaks truth that few men or women in high places can grasp....this is the gulf between earth worshippers and money worshippers.....and the sad part is they are willing to destroy the very planet that allows them to accumulate their riches......so in essence they suck ...

stocking cap pulled down, the eyes still able to see the ground, which I all i care about, my focus is on the earth I dwell on rocks and sticks and bugs I would normally miss if I were to march headlong into the future, i want reminders that life exists below the eyesight of men with big plans an an...

true dat...politics is a construct we've been sold as if it's normal, or "that's just the way it is ".....stuff like you can't fight city hall...bullshit !

peppermint tea steamy, aromatic too hot in this thermos for the tongue that waits just like my mind for inspiration the ballpoint is cradled between the thumb and the fingers of the trigger and the ring as I assemble doodles aimlessly in the margin I sketch a stylized sun with sunglasses and a wry s...

a terrible waste of IQ

they just sentenced the doctor that was Matthew Perry's ketamine supplier to 2 years in prison....seems light to me since Perry died.........well , Elon has the same habit....so maybe will get lucky

once upon a time I was a fish too clever to take the man's bait too swift to be a midnight snack for Big Bubba or his finned henchmen my secret was to never sleep.... in movement we are free from all the dangers that befall the lazy mackerel or cocky trout I was the bullet-train of the deep the leer...

again we meet mon amie, though i have never seen your face we gather in the foogy steam rooms of fantasia, in the wet mirrors that cannot reflect, we share a basket of acorns that we know will become towering words that sway in the wind but never break, we bounce creations off molecules of water, an...

thanx y'all...appreciate the feedback

digging for the truth
burried in interpretation
in piles of birthdays

stitching your reality
fraught with hazy memories
faded old blue jeans