laughing stock
tried kitty day off to synagogue closes at two. found the paper store but nothing damaged in there, the bar and books requires proper attire - whatever and ever rubber round your gullet - the soy substitute is getting insane in Chinatown or the lies are. union market for bread but no toaster. got the wooden pipes out on display what more shit to carry around cycling up lexington and down broadway hard to get lost in a jungle of rectangles and squares. everything manages to get up the nose nothing here wants you to breather even the trees are out to suffocate and annihilate those pretty young blonde bipeds wandering in from the country beady eyed and happy go lucky good on and go this image for others may be all one needs for the tidings of goodwill to rain down upon thee. just don't ask Weberman about the rain and hate, the contradictions go missing in the trash can.
still doing the best that i can putting two dollars together to make three but the odds are heavily weighed against thee. systems in place tips and tax so that subtotals come after and not before these greenbacks come and go, more going than coming but it is warming up and so too does the flesh if romance cannot be reignited there's plenty of dry straw lying around all one needs is a match or a magnifying glass the in the loop the smouldering cigarette an eye for a good drink the right place a wandering tongue listen and keep talking engaged and comfortable lights sounds cameras movement.
too much lemon not enough tomato ought to have ceased the final scoop the last ingredient all was home and hosed til then. spaced out time lapsing getting the thoughts down in new routine spaces nothing lost but a seat gained and the warmth. got to chase the warmth whilst it is around. round here no one knows what consistent warmth is like as a bath in an ocean the thickness always hanging but the swells bring variations rise and falls in temperature always taking off lifting soothing reposition.