summer time flies and still things take time; as they should.

it's hard to believe it is nearly the middle of july...

and the walls at 42nd and mission road are still bare.

mikey and i went out and walked rosedale a bit yesterday

to pass out information regarding the project.

if i had one wish I'd wish for 2 more hours in this

24 hour spread we call days... for maybe...just maybe

there'd be a realm of color on the wall...

ah... hope paired with wishful thought

equates the dire need for change...

yet change should never be considered wishful, eh?

summer time may fly, but I am certain it will also tell...