Tag: new york
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Check out my code part 2
New York City isn’t big enough. They say it’s large and all, but they’re just pulling your tired leg. I ran into a boy this morning who recognized me from yesterday’s second diversion from my everyday life. It’s sort of odd. Not super freaky odd, but sort of odd. It threw me off for a…
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early
Dear mister Firework person, It’s bad form to shoot off a massive firework display over the East river 7 days before the 4th of July at 10:30 pm. for (what I can see) no real reason at all. You may have taken years off of my life. And Toby’s as well. It’s bad form to…
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All about Toby
This will be long. That’s ok. I hope to not look back on it one day and say, “YOU MORON! YOU’RE SO STUPID!” Who’s paying attention anymore? Who’s keeping score? Fuck-a-little-score. I’m tired of score. Cut it open; pull it out, “You win.” People say it’s a good idea to spend some time alone to…
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Bitch Bitch Bitch
I am trying really hard to complain less. I am. I’m not as angry as I may sometimes seem. Since I moved to New York “things” have enlarged themselves. Emotions, allergies, problems, suddenly I’m getting to know just how much I can handle and how ugly I can be. Things, which at one point, you…
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Toby Hospital
I just woke up. It’s 11:30. We had a bit of a scare last night, We rushed Toby to the ER around Midnight. He’s ok. He’s sleeping. It was scary but I think he’s ok. I think it might be time to consider leaving New York. More on that after I find work and make…
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New york songs
Songs about New York. GO! Download it baby. Yum. And tell me more, help me with my master plan. Cuz it’s the B, the R, the O, the OK. L Y N is the place that I stay.
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me
Here’s a few things to know about me, me. I am often sensitive. I don’t eat meat. I like salt better than I like sugar. I have lived in Pennsylvania, New York, Delaware, New Jersey, DC, North Carolina, Pennsylvania (again) and England. Before I die (assuming I have a while yet) I would like to…
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September 11th, 2001
Have you ever tried to tell someone about a nightmare? But my mother told me to write. So, here I sit. I can’t believe what my eyes have seen in the past week. I want to rip them out, and if I knew the memory would go with them I might just do so. I…
