What a landscape!

oh yeah I forgot to mention the boy and the golden spurce that was heriloom to the Haida people

i think about that golden spruce a lot actually.... a treasure destroyed for one mans arrogance. its haunting

If hale-bopp on same year of 1997 wasnt an extra appetizer, i was born aswell. it makes it even more haunting... i think about it alot too... Took a journeymen juryman in January cut of the "giving tree" for the comet's joke to land past april 1 1997.

I didnt even make bloopy blue and yellow because of that! (Its cause i was naturally sad & glad, the blues got darker during lean hope the yellows easily consume him in a blaze ;; i was just following color theory... but that's built itself into a critical condition where due to the semantic, now even the colours of traffic can conduct me :s

theres so much indigenous stories here that could really mature our culture on climate with david suziki stepping down for canada; there's question if we're still made of the same ichor that was intellgent enough to get us here to pick the ball up after him.

There was a poem of a man-eating bear that the village feared swallow halfheartedly, the method of story told it as the village elder crawling into the stomach of the bear- only the cut it out from the inside. Coming up to this story naturally it would make alot of sense that the accumulated venerability of the elder with the knowledge of the effect that alkaloid's starve you, simply understood the bear was stocking up to hibernate, poisoning it in its winter with offerings of fool gold, it sleep as none of what its collected will wake up the dream. This story also connects one person own greed and gluttony as the boar was not full of mud then, and food was more spiritual than make tyrant of the commercial clock.