Posts tagged ‘the MTA’
i stepped on my hamster today.
“$998.00. Four seater sofa. Easy to keep clean with removable, dry clean only cover. The 3-seat sofa can be divided in the middle and extended with e.g. a 1-seat section.”
when you come underground, into my station, you live by my rules. those rules are not simply lines in my mind but pathological truths that float through this stale air and give it, even for a fleeting second, a semblance of comfort rolled into some order.
my name is gregory. the mta calls me 7217 and most of you know me as the bus. can you let some people know at disney know that i want my own show? a few days ago, some kid brought in a portable dvd player with lightening mcqueen on it. everyone knows you’re not supposed to play dvds out loud like that because it hurts my hypersensitive ears but he was maybe seven years old and i know the bus driver didn’t have the heart to tell him to put on some headphones and i didn’t feel like saying anything either. mcqueen has that sidekick mater and he’s kind of a doofus if you ask me. mcqueen needs someone like me, like gregory the bus.
sometimes it pays to buy news.
when i sleep, i imagine doing horrible things to sarah ferguson, duchess of york.
a marvel in stainless steel technology. each car weighs about seventy two thousand pounds. it uses a wabco air supply and brake system. each car costs one million two hundred fifteen thousand four hundred and sixty six dollars. there are five cars in a number four train so in total, the train costs about six million seventy seven thousand three hundred and thirty dollars. and this piece of shit is all yours for 2.50.
move out the way
the toughest part about ginger root is making sure it’s the real deal. the american stuff is alright but the real ginger comes from larnalkas. it’s a small island a few miles off the coast of chile. the only thing capable of growing there is the most powerful ginger in the world. i went there a few times. you can hire a guide to take you. the guide has a rope attached to his torso and he swims across with you in a rowboat behind. you have to make sure you bring a paddle though because if your guide goes down, the current will sweep you through the hexiboric current before you even know to try and swim back yourself.
when i was born, my mom told me that i had a lot to say. i don’t know whether that’s true or not but i know for a fact that kids don’t really speak in at least the first few months of life in a language that you and i recognize. it’s more like cooing and crying and screaming. so i’m not sure whether she was talking about that as opposed to some possible delusion she had. i think that’s a fair question, because people know, you and i know at least, that these kind of things get passed down.
e v e r y d a y aperture 