August 2010
1 post
different city
Months ago everything fell apart
and then change came
different now. im different now.
i like reading things i wrote a couple years ago
surprising myself has the strangest effect on reality.. its a wonder really, how you can’t hide anything from yourself, but then you’re surprised one day when you realize you have hidden something.
this happens to me when i move somewhere new.....
April 2009
3 posts
LIRR
Cars, pieces of cars, Buckets of filth. Fat men are wearing orange vests, White minivans sleep on a hill. The Long Island Railroad Offering its rusty forgotten face, The sky is blue The air is gray Nature’s scent is gone Human warmth is gone Nothing could be uglier than vacant lots next to Storage space.
the colour purple
I really like seeing the old ladies with purple, green, and blue hair. I forgot about this phenomenon until the other day, when I saw an old lady with lavender hair, pushing a cart down Manhattan avenue. Its funny how old ladies try to be so conservative until they get really old and then they start taking a lot of drugs, dying their hair blue, and expressing anger in public.
So maybe punk is not...
Watchmy roommate in the wintertime.