Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

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I have such a potent and powerfull feeling in this non space space this nowhere world wide web, I can do anything here, in my own textbox I am omnipotent and omniscient, I am Andrew B. Brievik.

This is what passes for an erection these days.

thank you
I never know
when to laugh or cry sometimes

concatenated, has some other computer jargon meaning about code that I can't get my head around yet. something about testing for errors.

but I was thinking of that crackerhead in norway and his oh so perfect mind.

You have to pardon my sense of humor please, I am debugging a personality prototype.

God is music.
my working definition these days, I am going to see how many dysangelicals I can offend with that remark

The beginning of memory paul simon song to a national geograghic special The Bones of Turkanna. Do you remember Turkanna? I have no memory of the desert, watched a sholw about a Hawaian boat the Kule A, I do remember the ociean. It seems like it. a sea longing, the only desert I ever longed for was the night sky full of stars.

for some reason the Bones of Turkanna bummed me out, like I am bored with National Geographic for some vague reason. maybe My skepticism about the conclusions they jump to.

But that show about the Hawaii canoes got to me, Hōkūle‘a

Wayfinders of the Pacific


http://hokulea.org/

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mau_Piailu ... .E2.80.98a