Thursday, April 2, 2009

Haiku Time!

City turns urbans
To suburban party hosts
The backyardigans
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Rec center Ba Ngu'
Rescue this winded sailor
With watery thighs
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Cyber silk worm thread
A rainbow before the truth:
Kiehne wins the day
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More warm-gut writings
To come; please forgive me these
My fat tendencies

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Dumb Move


...taken from the blog 'Lost City'
"In an unprecedentedly dumb move, the city this morning announced plans to demolish yet another New York City treasure: mom and pop business Sport Trax and Shoes on 99th St. and Broadway. The legendary sport equipment and clothing store has been selling patent leather Air Jordans and Adidas Gazelles in Ladies' Sz. 2 since 1998, and UWS natives are 'falling off the back of a truck' in surprise. Owner Marquis Hasad had this to say. 'Is a terrible thing, the way they push us out. No where else you go you find Hulk Hands and Coogi Sweater at same store in this neighborhood.' There is a ceremony this Wednesday at 9:00 am to watch those famed red stock letters, which have become so familiar in the high west 90's, be divvied up among the remaining neighborhood shoe stores. When asked what will become of his beloved employees in this difficult economic climate, Hasad simply queried 'Employees?' Sport Trax and Shoes, we will miss you forever. Please join "Lost City" on Thursday for a boycott of the new free clinic that will fill the hallowed walls of our lost legend. Mayor Bloomberg, we hope your dick falls off in your hand."

Friday, March 20, 2009

Friday Night?

I get a mass text asking me what I'm doing tonight, put on my boots and jacket and head out. No one else has started smoking, so I ash, hug a warm 'hello' and step inside the bar. I can already smell the pineapple. It's loud and I'm standing but the company's good and we stay too long. I'm drinking Vodka. Now everyone is smoking. The cab back to Manhattan makes me sleepy, I hear someone whisper 'Tim's done' but it's not true, and soon I'll be ready to dance. More of the cloying, sharp sweetness of pineapple, a low ceiling and several drunk, handsome Jewish men. This is (sweet) paradise.

Thursday, March 19, 2009

New Idea


Fat Over Lean: A History of Obese Art and Artists

Rain

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