oh, how the tables turn
a roulette for the blind calling blind.
racist colors they've never witnessed.
the calm before the storm of words, eyes and meaning
never cease to revolve.
forming friendships like slaveships taking my freedom back to africa
where the vultures feast on the only flesh left:
innuendo.

ok, so it's my favorite time of the year. dead leaves revealing the skeletons of their carriers; a brisk breeze cutting through the slanted light of an angled sun. so much movement in nature, but i'm feeling a little low. also, halloween is on the way - my favorite holiday.

currently in search of:
a band
a girlfriend
money
a new hard drive
a way to deal with depression that's not alcohol-related
if you think you can help with any of these, email or instant message me (sn: blamegenetics). cheers, and happy autumn.
-s1