"I wanna be considered a jazz poet, blowing a long slow breeze...."

[find_diaspora]

Chicago City Blues in 20 Visual Choruses

dissappointed dreams



speakers in the night



Justice Now



Bush lies..



imprisoned



end the war



gatherings in the night



bring our sister home



barren



no evil, no evil, no evil



there i am; in the mirror



over the tracks and far away



in the light the people die



find it



fuck the door



Food tonight



6 past home



broke



doomed peds



Dented