labyrinth... the first version. |
Still umong the cottonwood snow, open a word of discernment and your intention will rise above. grasp, only to feel a breeze brush your neck. release and ask again.
greet the hawk out the co...
Posted by the boatman & his shapeshiftingvessel on Thu, 01 May 2008 01:56:00 PST |
Photographers/ Artists click on it ;) |
anyone down to help us with album artwork? get at me.
~ thekilla
Posted by the boatman & his shapeshiftingvessel on Thu, 24 Apr 2008 12:31:00 PST |
*** BASS PLAYERS AND DRUMMERS*** click on this ha! |
We are looking for some help on recording; and who knows if the love making( haha) is that good then maybe some shows. we are hooking up the studio at the crib-0 4 sho so bring that 4-0 of that O...
Posted by the boatman & his shapeshiftingvessel on Thu, 06 Mar 2008 05:19:00 PST |
"Im your huckleberry." |
Mary answered and said, "What is hidden from you I will impart to you." And she began to say the following words to them. "I," she said, "I saw the Lord in a vision and I said to him, 'Lord, I saw you...
Posted by the boatman & his shapeshiftingvessel on Tue, 22 May 2007 12:19:00 PST |
gimmie a good western movie and this is what ill say.... |
" Be careful lest in casting out your devil you cast out the best thing thats in you."
~unknown
yes.. or you might crap your pants.... .... he is so wise.
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Posted by the boatman & his shapeshiftingvessel on Thu, 08 Mar 2007 10:07:00 PST |
Impecable |
Every week or so i ask my Three year old...
"Whats the differance between orangutan?"
and EVERY TIME...hah... he has the right answer!!!...
Posted by the boatman & his shapeshiftingvessel on Wed, 17 Jan 2007 09:55:00 PST |
medium |
swallowed into its depth raising a layer of grain to heal the hunger, drawing the presents of her breath is near, the walker is near and the sweeping of her cloak keeps us waiting. Guarding the haven ...
Posted by the boatman & his shapeshiftingvessel on Thu, 28 Dec 2006 10:26:00 PST |
The Dross |
weve been drifting on these winds far from herethe storm has deadend all the qweerFound it between the lines of perfect psalmsAlong the inseams of waters salt
one more pound of your presious fleshOne ...
Posted by the boatman & his shapeshiftingvessel on Fri, 08 Dec 2006 05:18:00 PST |
