Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

went down to the thrift store
got some new used pants
can't say no more
came down to losing weight
or getting some bigger pants
laziness trumped vanity
& that's the age I am
that's where it's at

And ya get used up
long 'for ya get to the door
if you're a camel been through the eye of the needle
ya sure don't need ta go that way no more

needle going gets old
but if there's no new old pants that don't have 18 zippers at the ankle, or all those fashionable ripped thighs, then you might have to look for the thread
merge with the low fat cheese
or, if you get the option, wear skirts

You're cracking me up here judih. I always thought skirts would be a comfortable way to go.

Conversation with a Fox
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Mingo's Go Anywhere Proverbs

Ya can't go cold
when you're on a roll

iconic conversation
foxy (lady) meets
tangled up in bronze

I was tryin' to put my pants on to go for a walk when I read this judih & I almost fell over. Thank God for a nearby chair. You just spread laughter, girl.

pictures of mingo as he reads responses
this would make a good behind the scenes youtube
glad for nearby chair
i might need to borrow it - we're expecting guests

Doing the fox trot
to the west
to the best
trotting and jiving
climbing, climbing
to the nearest fox den
mingo paints autumn
under a fox track.
I likes it.

Thx Ladies. God bless ya all.

5 T's

The neighbors are sho0ting off fireworks here. The Natch brothers down back love their fireworks but I've never heard them fire off on Thanksgiving before. I may be witnessing the birth of a new tradition.

let's hear it for any excuse for an explosive light show
i prefer inner light
happy Bodhisattva opportunity!

Inner light = 39.6 degrees with
a dry leaf, completely circumnavigated,
stuck to the window the morning of
the day after Thanksgiving 2009

Most rudimentary images are finger drawings in soft clay on the rock surface, the artists spend part of the year as wild animals. Visual imagery to our early ancestors hell yes the whole world exists on the surface of the eye don't forget the rocks that stick up through our own landscape I just want to mark the rock mark the rock mark the rock. Indian women slept here and drew what they saw in their dreams, waiting for the bread man to come. Results were not to be from calculations but from vision. Art is the heart, that momentary visitor. That perfect moment between needing meat & the sun.

Art is the heart, that momentary visitor. That perfect moment between needing meat & the sun.

that perfect moment!
oh yes!
zen is when and how you say - art!