Posts from the ‘NYC Subway Photography’ Category
nobody can be like you.
Step up to the plate
Holy shit, did I leave the faucet on in the kitchen?
Yesterday I was nobody
No job, no woman, no bank account
People wouldn’t even look at me
When I walked by
Now I catch them glancing my way
Checking out my fresh style
Because now I have juice
You know the kind that
Glows in the dark
He is I and I am him
That man with the polka dot tail
And skin made of ice cream,
Mint chocolate chip, what else?
Dangling derelicts deride dueling dorks
You are no match for my taxpayer funded tape, evil subway turnstile monster
We all need a vacation, because even the most minimal of self-examination reveals what we’ve always known: we know this place sucks ass and we know our life sucks ass too. The only question that doesn’t lead to a forgone conclusion is whether one of these caused the other.
There’s a fucking man war in my mind.
There’s a hairy dragon over there
She left without saying a word
e v e r y d a y aperture 