Black Neon

Anti-ice-cream.

Orthodox reading Torah on subway, underlining with pink pen.

crazy glass

Talk about the cave-ins on the wall the brain keeps swirling and swinging around the merry go round gets faster, the carousel spins on end and then you’re left in a pile of candy without your friends. the trees are too green and you hope for some feedback to fill the air, audio video textural it doesn’t matter, stop looking at me she says over the edge of her laptop and the 3rd ward burns into the night until there’s nothing left but the fires gouging their ways out of th e waters looking for a  smoke vent there’s several telltale signs of arson, there’s the characteristic puddle marks on the floor, the v-shaped smoke pattern on the wall and the crystalized crazy glass. most are mostly akin to the bones of a bird that a soothsayer pokes their fingers in and rearranges to retell some semblance of the future. but you have to be careful to not go into overdrive it’s really easy to take things to the extreme too often and then the red line begins to melt from being pressed to the edge of the glass too much, the actual act of measuring at that level for so long itself its hard on the system, an event that happens to the body, the individual performing a series of events so intense that the measuring devices explode i guess that’s a little rote or maybe trite but when you think about it its really kind of interesting - the supernova that made all the stopwatches explode overnight, lifting up from their bedside and nighttable the face shattering and the arms rising and bedding and the gears suspended in air moving up slowly as the very back of the casing rents and twists and becomes undone.

For Everything Else, There's Life

My fiancee and I snapped pictures of the gracefully rotting old arcade. We made a short movie about me chasing a block of seagulls off the beach. Walking back in the dark, we, two workaholics on a week’s vacation, ran into an open hula hoop party on the boardwalk. There were two drummers and for the first time in my life I kept the hula hoop going for more than five seconds. Then we ran through the surf and kicked the foam gathering on the sand. It was perfect, it was free, it was odd. Later, we turned to each other and said, “For everything else, there’s Mastercard.” We just had a series of peak moments wrapped around a single location, and our only point of reference for this sort of thing happening was a credit card commercial.

Consumerist society steals our dreams, forbids their execution, and then sells them back to us. You want freedom? This car gets you there. You want companionship? Have a mint.

I have now entered the special buy an iphone 3gs part of the soho apple store. L33t am I.

got some new, more glass-resistant, tires for my track bike

Lady w parrot in bag in coffee shop. makes sound like nails on chalkboard.

Fiancee won a frog on the boardwalk!

Im surrounded by like 40 adorable kitten7

New band: barrio speedwagon

We call it the ‘fun cage’

cside: yeah, you know, lots of people are saying that while they can’t afford to take a cut in hours or be laid off, a lot of people are relatively thrilled about it. a lot of people hate their jobs.
cside: so i was just thinking:
cside: a poorer america will be a happier america

New Trop50 Orange Juice. It’s got 50% lss sugar, but he’s still 100% gilty. http://tinyurl.com/l7txy8

My mother always said beware gifts bearing strangers.

Looks like a another dolphin murder-suicide.