Yet are found to be epicurean: Guess what time it is

From the heart

Four black teens in Philadelphia with nothing other than weekly tranpasses and opinions. Still, the criticism and general interpretation seem to change from day to day regardless of aforementioned teens consistency.

Whatever. We're not doing anyone some terrible injustice, and we don't claim to be changing the world or enlightening the folk beyond belief or recognition. Credences, food for thought, images, a few laughs here and there, and opinions are all that we can offer you. Whether you choose to accept or decline, you are here, as are we, daily.

To face the rain or sunshine, parade or riot, cookout or Saturday detention..We ride Septa.

- Til' the very end, Nya Ari, Samir S, Trent XIII, and Hez

Monday, September 21, 2009

Guess what time it is

Welcome to leather jackets in the morning, cool breezes in the evening, skullies a top domes, five panel hats, fan boys, and cuffed denim. Welcome to red skies, and yellow leaves beneath timberlands.

Farewell to cut off's, shades, and tank tops. Because gradually you're becoming corduroys, hater blockers, and oxfords.

But open arms to the Hot cider, candied and caramel apples, beer festivals, and sweet potato pie.

Shit, open arms to the tree's. Change all you like.