Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

I would have been an artist
paint pictures of a city on the hill
and a map of the brain.


Billions of nerve cells in the language area of the brain (Broca's Brain?)

The flesh just waiting for the work to begin

our earliest mental proccesses create paths of associations that lead to violent religions, if we are wired for G d, choices can be made. But there is a season for killing they say...

Writing is as Magic as it gets for me, my finger feats dancing on the key board and free associants of joy, my silicon pal and me, thaumaturgical typing machine.

I will not kill a human being, but the truckers code is one life for ten, I take my baby steps on the magic road to re-wiring my brain, forming new associations where human sacrifice is rare.

Another word for Enlightenment, for a re-wiring of paths first formed at the dawn o the f Cro-Magnon brain and those murderous paths are perpetuated by enculturation.

Conventional wisdom

Suppose the enemy of my enemy could be my enemy too?

Magic is mystery or so it seems and mystery is at the very heart of science,
I believe in alchemy all right.

Religion is for scientists who can't stand the mystery.

Chesapeake Bay Log Canoe

If I could I surely wood.

Even if I felt like a tree murderer. I would sing my gratitude and dedicate my be-ing to the the wind in her sails

i would have a golden parachute
and be mute
a cornucopia of content

parachute, sail, or wing
we all ride the wind
cornucopia of content

The wayward wind is a restless wind
A restless wind that yearns to wander
And he was born the next of kin
The next of kin to the wayward wind

In a lonely shack by a railroad track
He spent his younger days
And I guess the sound of the outward-bound
Made him a slave to his wand'rin ways

Sorry ace I got a radio head these days, listening to songs from the fifty years ago.

Wind is magic, oh yes I know it ain't really magic no more

cause today we are so advanced we have explanations for everything.

Something about a sail boat that is so infinite, magical. No checking fuel gages. Just sail away.

If I ever had the dough to pay for a ten thousand dollar coffin, it would be a sailboat. Float me away.

Ordinary magic, mundane magic, I love it.

If I could choose my magic
I would be playing in the band
singing daybreak all across the land

But I can't fly there, got to limp along with words.

Situation normal
I got one more avacado and
a reason to walk

got to goto ice house
I need coffin nails
got dam plan B is a bitch.
But you know I got a plan for your life
Erh ahh I meant G d has a plan for your life

i've done the coulda, shoulda, & woulda
all my life......from the day this wired man saw his
1st Gauguin painting back in '63 "LIVE!", I made up my mind
to become an artist who created from the visions
in my mind................

from the first time I saw Douglass Fairbanks in a pirate movie...

I almost heard the wind today

shoulda not an issue anymore, but I love wood boats still

motorcycle as close as I can get

a concrete sea.

a shiftless sailor