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sometimes
there are no words
just a feeling
of snow
and night
and silence

lullaby for my sleeping bag

so there came the night
with its chilled blanket of stars
stray dogs that bark and much honking of horns

the remains of the day....
are always ashes of smiles
strangers words echoing in the void of your mind

the quiet street slowly falling asleep,
the concrete kissing you good bye
farewell my friend

you are left alone
at the time were the cold silence of dreams
creeps up your spine

frozen brick walls

Salted the street 'cause it tasted like nothing

1, 2, 3 smile

I look at my nails, they look purple and then I realize I sometimes forget to breath...

who the fuck is Michelin?

...and then Europe was a mean continent and all Americans smiled at us and the French spit in your eye and the Spanish got drunk and slapped you on the back. everybody said yes, but then nobody came. So it was lots of noise and no walnuts, if that expression exists in English and if you know what I mean. I had been waiting for hours for nothing to happen and the bar next door is closed today. a pile of resumes way a ton on my empty stomach and I always think of writing a book, but then I remember that I'm not a writer, so fuck it.
I'm freezing, sitting on a dirty porch, my nails are purple so I remember to breath... Thinking of buying beer, but everybody has a girlfriend. Ain't that a fucked up thing?
So where are all the lonely people?
And all those sick chicks with cats, it worries me....

NYC: Hasidic Breackfast