The wizard of Oz

i feel as if i am Dorothy. and now, I am entering the colored world, out of the black and white world of extremity, i enter into the living colors of dreams, passion, rage, love, lust, hope and desire. in one part, i am saying goodbye to the departed, while still holding on to it to reflect upon in the future. but the day of colors are coming. this is one memento from the black and white days, of me and my gray friend. funny, how my soul is so black by that time, although the background is certainly white. this is one of the cultural night where the songs of sorrow are played, while people from the same republic are soaking themselves in vodka and caviar. the night upon which a crow come upon me, just like a fly coming upon the dead corpse. and so the crow came and took advantage, but hey, i had the last say in it. this memento was a dreamed desire by some young fellows in search of menage a trois, too bad the girls are not available.