Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

ten four mnaz
Old Tom Jefferson made his own bible
It is called the Jefferson BIble online at The University Of Virginia website.
He stripped out all the deputized marketing, just the words of Jesus who he admired. That jefferson bible is an anathma to Pat RObertson and his ilk

Yes G-d is a being,
we be god,

I love it, mnaz

when Paul was a deputy

and Jesus was a corporeal

more like a private first class, just a grunt

Jesus more like a private first class, just a grunt

His daddy didn't pull any strings for him Like senator Robertson did for his son Pat. Got him out of Korea and safe in Japan. Then robertson runs for president claims he was a combat vet. Marines blew the whistle on him.

got dam if want a job done right


time is music
life is a melody
but then how much do those pregnant women in Niger have to say about bringing new life into the world in a time of famine. Yes it is a man's world still ain't that a shame.

dam every body got the hesitation blues
ain't this a real time spontaneous jam

time is music,

with all of its various time signatures....

the tempo is always up for discussion...

You started it, truck-meister!


I'm jus little ol' me
filling up pages one two and three
wishing i had little snackie
and keepin up with the Jones!!


mnaz...indeed!

: )

one time I composed a piece in 19/8
it drove the dancers crazy
the feet deal in a currency measured in eights
three extra beats can be heresy

Life goes on
long after the thrill of living is gone
just like it never happened
twenty five years in a blur
pick up now
give me a beat that will rock and roll
just want to get lost in your rock and roll
spider woman's daughter of 14 she in her friends getting together planing how they will love their virginity
I bet her boy friend thought he was one smooth operator that night
she loved that song
her life over at twenty nine
crash on a mountain top

You started it, truck-meister!

yes the dangers of spontaneous writting, let it go,
let go
time waits for no one, not even you

move on move on
do we dwell on it
I render a humble appology, well as humble as an vain arrogant son of bitch like me can get.
I started it by mentioning lucifer I suppose
I don't like david allen coe anymore, seems like a white racist to me

lets go back to in time
it never happened, no way to delete

come on lets just make these pixel's dance please

Dance...you! Dance!

My deal is done! my game is set!
perform you each night
to make your bread!

Or give it up and lay down your head

19/8 lay your fate
at your feet!
Sweet.

'n all them girls and boys
figuring out who they are
ain't looking at no old man.

never learned to dance, just can't hear the music, a brain defect, I just like the sound it makes, no time no rythm just these got dam words like concrete blocks, it ain't easy being green, marching to a drumer nobody else can hear

but life is beatiful and I love my life

You must not be looking at me then, cause I am the oldest one here.

I have waited for a dance with
the moon, primary colors prismed
in halo glory, my image projected
in shadow glyphs, and when the
crescent gestured for my hand,
I knew the lunar delay was only
a mere postponement, soon the
glissade, shortly, the waltz,
presently the performance,
my gentle synodic mate
having baited me with his
glance, the chance to dance,
and I, entranced with magnitude,
surface gleam, and wonder!

I've shaved my beard
I feel like a naked prophet
or a Samson gone to seed
a mock Mozart
a phony DaVinci
just fingerpainting on the
ceiling of the Sistine Chapel
deafer than Beethoven
just give me one more symphony
and time
a little more time