Posts tagged ‘street’
the fucking thing bit me the last time i tried to ride it.
oh my fuck ing god. that jenny is one god damn whore putting her tongue all over greg like that. my mom was always right about her. she never had any class. that whole family had no class, thinking they’re better than us because the siblings went to summer day camp at camp laurel. but i know that the only way that family came into any money was from that old shriveled up guy her mom was giving it to every weekend on the second floor of abc home on broadway. i should go pour some of this coffee on her face. i’m not some kind of mean bitch, but she started telling everyone, i mean everyone, that i picked up the clap from that puerto rican kid that started at stuy last month.
before the rza, there was me.
He was a hardworking middle manager.
She was airbrushed to look like an italian supermodel.
He knew he would have one chance to impress her.
sometimes when i’m working, i think i’m that piano riff in a sentimental mood by coltrane. that’ll get me going and then of course i’ll have to follow that with killer joe by benny golson, you know that live track on terminal one. i’ll be snapping my fingers like i’m a true to life jet. and then when my turn comes for the piano solo, i’ll do my thing with just one hand. i’ll let the other hand do whatever the hell it wants.
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.
Somehow the words Texas, Barbeque, and New York City don’t seem to fit.
e v e r y d a y aperture 