Bottom Locker Blag!

An ode to A-minor to F chord sequence

A-minor -- snarling, strutting A-minor, all piss and vinegar, looking for an excuse, biting off more than it can chew, falling now, the walls of the black pit rising up (that would be the F), the jagged-rock hand of release almost welcome, no way out but one, crawling, knuckles bleeding, sky growing bigger, deliverance at hand, back on terra firma, shaking it off, bringing it on, falling again. It's why you stay out too late, drink too much. It's why guitars weep gently, sand receives its share of cowgirls, why nonsensically buying a stairway to heaven, in the end, makes perfect, satisfying sense.

Oh GEEZ!

it has been a really long time before I've last posted. A few updates

• I broke my collarbone (clean in two pieces) playing rugby on August 31st. It sucked (a lot) for about 8 weeks. now i'm back to working out and running and playing basketball, although no tackle sports or wrestling for another month or so. I still haven't decided whether or not I am going to go back to playing rugby.
• I've gotten really involved in the AguaClara research (the research on water purification systems), although the professor sliced and diced my midterm paper so that sort of sucked. Also, since I'm working with really concentrated levels of chlorine indoors, I'm worried that I am going get poisoned some how. Chlorine has a skull and bones symbol on its wikipedia page.
  
• I am leading my fantasy basketball league. 'Nuff said.
• I've started writing again, although so far there hasn't been anything quality. Once I get something quality I'll put it up here.

-Vanish