magic trick
It’s race season. Among the slew of fumes, something refreshing is in the air. It’s been raining, it’s supposed to. They say this. How am I supposed to know. I watch Lou Dobbs every night, and somehow I am scared that whoever wins in 2008 will eventually destroy human kind. There’s another part of me that doesn’t really care, that focuses on now. I dread being wrong. If for some reason I make a mistake (because everybody does), I want to cry. This has been happening alot lately. I think I need to change my routine up a bit. Or just shut up. I think I'll be disappearing for a bit, maybe I can find out who I am.