Posts tagged ‘Moods’
i guess i first justified it in my head as her being “just different,” you know, clothes bought from the second hand stores, hates her parents, believes that neocapitalism is the root of all oppression. i didn’t notice really that she drooled a lot when she ate until my buddy dean said it to me a few weeks ago. i swear, man, i woke up a few days ago and jesus, i was sweating all over the damn place because i just realized that she had asked to take a pint of my blood the other day for some emergency blood donation drive at the blood bank. but she did the procedure herself in my bathroom and you know for the record i did not feel too comfortable when all was said and done. you should see my friggin’ arm. and then came the kicker just yesterday. she was talking to me about the biography of thomas dewey and then all of a sudden she started to take off her face. no joke man. her face.
i remember when.
it all started with an ad in the sunday paper job section. it read, “tomorrow the sea moves east on a small boat.” he replied the following sunday, “workers needed for short-term labor job in long island.” we’ve been going on for months now, just like this. yesterday, he said, “make money from home.” so today, we are planning to meet for lunch at our favorite place on the upper west. i think i’ll have an iced tea and the soup of the day. i suspect he’ll have salad with croutons.
when all is said and done, and the war is final, they will always be there, amongst the empty buildings and silent sky.
when you think about it real hard, we are all ones and zeroes, zeroes and ones. some of that makes hard substances like concrete. other times there’s a conflict between the ones and the zeroes and it’s in those spaces that you have to be careful because that’s where they can come out and get you.
chinatown
especially when you have superpowers.
flatbush avenue
i know billy, but it is beyond the question of good and evil
then what is it?
it’s about the quota. we have to fulfill our quota.
but why me? why not little jane?
that’s just the way it is. we all have to make a sacrifice. this is yours.
park avenue
upper east side.
penny
nyu
e v e r y d a y aperture 