
VISIONS: Sick’a by Michael Seymour Blake
I’m sick’a feeling like I’m walkin’ through an eternal earthquake. I need some solid ground under me – just a little stability and peace.

I’m sick’a feeling like I’m walkin’ through an eternal earthquake. I need some solid ground under me – just a little stability and peace.

I have seen the fruit of man’s desire to live at all costs. Death and more death to all living things. But now a reckoning awakes.




Here’s MSB on his 6th interview for a job he’s not qualified for. He’s boldly candid about everything. They find him odd and endearing.



