Love me, Libra.

Is anyone else looking forward to October? I don't know that Missouri could possible be as lovely as Kentucky in the tenth month, but I'm seeing the warmer rainbow of autumn foliage even here.

I pine.

For those of you who don't know, I've long had a love affair with October. I've forgotten desire, forgotten the feel of a love-sick encounter, and something about this upcoming season leaves my body in a constant ache for contact, bodily or momentary communicative touching.

and I'm tired of my political life right now. I want my artist back. I want to remember that I can feel in love because living for work is a crotchety drudgery. The love might not be real, but it could be...feel?

Haven't recouped that poet just yet.

I need new music for October; something to move my moods with the color of leaves. If you think I've sounded depressed in my last few blogs....well, I assure you I'm fine. I just need love. A good album can help me love.

So help me Love.

-Mike