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Excellent read. Wild loose erratic observant sensitive spontaneous poetic prose.
Waiting for the G train green line on the map from Queens to Brooklyn to get on the blue line A train to change onto the C at Utica Avenue en-route to the Air-Train at Howard Beach then to terminal … Continue reading
in the morning frost the cats step slowly. beautiful young girls running up the library steps with shorts on.
I’m beginning to have difficulties recalling the books I’ve read over the last few years, so I’m compiling a list of texts I can remember reading and can recommend – for my own posterity if nothing else. I thought … Continue reading
what’s the recipe for your necessities? greedy ingredients don’t mix well. too baked to bake. shake things up a little. don’t spill your words on my screen. clean up after yourself. huh? can i scrape the bowl? space is deep, … Continue reading
Nothing is true, everything is permitted. pencil, watercolour, acrylic.
In our backward world, money and greed have become power, but from its casted shadow grows a plastic flower and all the petals love you not. - jw
my friend called me a V.I.P taxi…. which means you get leather seats and magazines. it’s kinda funny. but they’re also very clean and they come quickly and buzz your apartment door.. I told TD (taxi driver) that … Continue reading