This city was a desert today. A wet slushy snowbomb on this tiny island. I felt like one of the spared following some unimaginable catastrophe. Where were they all? Perhaps all of them, and only the dead, were quarantined behind saffron colored gates. It unsettled me and was wonderful, only yellowcabs and my white minivan like one last snowflake falling on the city's streets. Records...
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addae:
Nice she's hott.
lexie:
once you start making your own shirts you can give me a crash course in it 
I played dress-up today, what a laugher! I slogged through with the morning rush in my pressed pants, pressed shirt, and loafers. Everyone looked rumpled, tired, and ready for the weekend. When you're young and they say, You can do anything you want to do they should add, just not if you want to feel useful.
Brain vomit looks more depressing when written than in...
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marieceleste:
At words poetic, I'm so pathetic
That I always have found it best,
Instead of getting 'em off my chest,
To let 'em rest unexpressed.
I hate parading my serenading
As I'll probably miss a bar,
But if this ditty is not so pretty,
At least it'll tell you how great you are.
You're the top!
You're the Colosseum,
You're the top!
You're the Louvre Museum,
You're a melody
From a symphony by Strauss,
You're a Bendel bonnet,
A Shakespeart sonnet,
You're Mickey Mouse.
You're the Nile,
You're the Tower of Pisa,
You're the smile on the Mona Lisa.
I'm a worthless check,
A total wreck, a flop,
But if, Baby, I'm the bottom,
You're the top
Your words poetic
Are not pathetic
On the other hand, boy, you shine
And I can feel after every line
A thrill divine down my spine.
Now gifted humans like Vincent Youmans
Might think that your song is bad,
But for a person who's just rehearsin'
Well I gotta say this my lad:
You're the top!
You're Mahatma Ghandi.
You're the top!
You're Napolean brandy.
You're the purple light
Of a summer night in Spain,
You're the National Gall'ry,
You're Garbo's sal'ry,
You're cellophane.
You're sublime,
You're a turkey dinner.
You're the time of the Derby winner.
I'm a toy balloon that is fated soon to pop.
But if, Baby, I'm the bottom,
You're the top!
You're the top!
You're a Ritz hot toddy.
You're the top!
You're a Brewster body.
You're the boats that glide
On the sleepy Zuider Zee,
You're a Nathan Panning,
You're Bishop Manning,
You're broccoli.
You're a prize,
You're a night at Coney,
You're the eyes of Irene Bordoni,
I'm a broken doll,
A fol-de-rol, a blop,
But if, Baby, I'm the bottom,
You're the top.
You're the top!
You're an Arrow collar.
You're the top!
You're a Coolidge dollar.
You're the nimble tread
Of the feet of Fred Astaire,
You're an O'Neill drama,
You're Whistler's mama,
You're Camembert.
You're a rose,
You're Inferno's Dante,
You're the nost of the great Durante.
I'm just in the way,
As the French would say
"De trop,"
But if, Baby, I'm the bottom,
You're the top.
You're the top!
You're a Waldorf salad.
You're the top!
You're a Berlin ballad.
You're a baby grand
Of a lady and a gent.
You're an old dutch master,
You're Mrs. Aster,
You're Pepsodent.
You're romance,
You're the steppes of Russia,
You're the pants on a Roxy usher.
I'm a lazy lout
That's just about to stop,
But if Baby,
I'm the bottom,
You're the top!
You're the top!
You're a dance in Bali.
You're the top!
You're a hot tamale.
You're an angel,
you simply too, too, too divine,
You're a Botticelli,
You're Keats, You're Shelley,
You're Ovaltine.
You're a boon,
You're the dam at Boulder,
You're the moon
Over Mae West's shoulder.
I'm a nominee of the G.O.P. or GOP,
But if, Baby, I'm the bottom,
You're the top!
You're the top!
You're the Tower of Babel.
You're the top!
You're the Whitney Stable.
By the River Rhine,
You're a sturdy stein of beer,
You're a dress from Saks's,
You're next year's taxes,'
You're stratosphere.
You're my thoist,
You're a Drumstick Lipstick,
You're da foist
In da Irish svipstick,
I'm a frightened frog
That can find no log to hop,
But if, Baby,
I'm the bottom,
You're the top!
At words poetic, I'm so pathetic
That I always have found it best,
Instead of getting 'em off my chest,
To let 'em rest unexpressed.
I hate parading my serenading
As I'll probably miss a bar,
But if this ditty is not so pretty,
At least it'll tell you how great you are.
You're the top!
You're the Colosseum,
You're the top!
You're the Louvre Museum,
You're a melody
From a symphony by Strauss,
You're a Bendel bonnet,
A Shakespeart sonnet,
You're Mickey Mouse.
You're the Nile,
You're the Tower of Pisa,
You're the smile on the Mona Lisa.
I'm a worthless check,
A total wreck, a flop,
But if, Baby, I'm the bottom,
You're the top
Your words poetic
Are not pathetic
On the other hand, boy, you shine
And I can feel after every line
A thrill divine down my spine.
Now gifted humans like Vincent Youmans
Might think that your song is bad,
But for a person who's just rehearsin'
Well I gotta say this my lad:
You're the top!
You're Mahatma Ghandi.
You're the top!
You're Napolean brandy.
You're the purple light
Of a summer night in Spain,
You're the National Gall'ry,
You're Garbo's sal'ry,
You're cellophane.
You're sublime,
You're a turkey dinner.
You're the time of the Derby winner.
I'm a toy balloon that is fated soon to pop.
But if, Baby, I'm the bottom,
You're the top!
You're the top!
You're a Ritz hot toddy.
You're the top!
You're a Brewster body.
You're the boats that glide
On the sleepy Zuider Zee,
You're a Nathan Panning,
You're Bishop Manning,
You're broccoli.
You're a prize,
You're a night at Coney,
You're the eyes of Irene Bordoni,
I'm a broken doll,
A fol-de-rol, a blop,
But if, Baby, I'm the bottom,
You're the top.
You're the top!
You're an Arrow collar.
You're the top!
You're a Coolidge dollar.
You're the nimble tread
Of the feet of Fred Astaire,
You're an O'Neill drama,
You're Whistler's mama,
You're Camembert.
You're a rose,
You're Inferno's Dante,
You're the nost of the great Durante.
I'm just in the way,
As the French would say
"De trop,"
But if, Baby, I'm the bottom,
You're the top.
You're the top!
You're a Waldorf salad.
You're the top!
You're a Berlin ballad.
You're a baby grand
Of a lady and a gent.
You're an old dutch master,
You're Mrs. Aster,
You're Pepsodent.
You're romance,
You're the steppes of Russia,
You're the pants on a Roxy usher.
I'm a lazy lout
That's just about to stop,
But if Baby,
I'm the bottom,
You're the top!
You're the top!
You're a dance in Bali.
You're the top!
You're a hot tamale.
You're an angel,
you simply too, too, too divine,
You're a Botticelli,
You're Keats, You're Shelley,
You're Ovaltine.
You're a boon,
You're the dam at Boulder,
You're the moon
Over Mae West's shoulder.
I'm a nominee of the G.O.P. or GOP,
But if, Baby, I'm the bottom,
You're the top!
You're the top!
You're the Tower of Babel.
You're the top!
You're the Whitney Stable.
By the River Rhine,
You're a sturdy stein of beer,
You're a dress from Saks's,
You're next year's taxes,'
You're stratosphere.
You're my thoist,
You're a Drumstick Lipstick,
You're da foist
In da Irish svipstick,
I'm a frightened frog
That can find no log to hop,
But if, Baby,
I'm the bottom,
You're the top!
springtimes:
i love love love that picture. i took it the first time penny ever went to the beach. its so h-e-r, the way she is jumping out of the picture. very high enegry, that girl. did you see this one? my friend painted them from the photograph.
of course celeste is tops! why else would i get butterflies when i think about her?
of course celeste is tops! why else would i get butterflies when i think about her?
Who wants to go to A.C.? maybe then head down to Nashville? Why stop, we'll find New Orleans. We could stuff an old suitcase with beer, and drink it cold 'cause we'll store it in the trunk. We'll gamble, then we'll sing, and pay for lousy whores and who knows what else in between.
Ever been to tip 'n' touch? Times Square used to be...
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jazz:
Hi you,
Thank you for wishing me a happy birthday, you made my day.
MWAH!
Jazz
Thank you for wishing me a happy birthday, you made my day.
MWAH!
Jazz
addae:
Asst. Camera?
Man I wish I could say" I need to get my butt in gear and find some work". Bit I really do have to just wait on a call.
Man I wish I could say" I need to get my butt in gear and find some work". Bit I really do have to just wait on a call.
THINGS ARE LOOKING UP and my dad is getting old. I can't get into either right now, so let's assume they're true.
Valentine's I woke too tired, cause I was here too late the night before. I woke and refused to put on my glasses and then cried. Sometimes it kills you to be loved, sometimes you can't sleep. Alarm! My girl walked the dog...
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Valentine's I woke too tired, cause I was here too late the night before. I woke and refused to put on my glasses and then cried. Sometimes it kills you to be loved, sometimes you can't sleep. Alarm! My girl walked the dog...
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addae:
The plot thickens.
bedheadchicken:
actually Tiffany posed already. a few years ago. Tiffany was actually my favorite of the 2.
and I should have caught on sooner. I'm pretty thick. no worries.
and I should have caught on sooner. I'm pretty thick. no worries.
A BRUTAL DAY
Murry get's it right:
Heartbreak, old friend, goodbye it's me again.
Of late, I've had some thought of movin' in.
Of all the many ways a man will lose his home,
Well, there ain't none better than the girl who's movin' on.
True love, I knew, some thought of leavin' you.
Bad thoughts I had, when valentines were due.
Of all the...
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Murry get's it right:
Heartbreak, old friend, goodbye it's me again.
Of late, I've had some thought of movin' in.
Of all the many ways a man will lose his home,
Well, there ain't none better than the girl who's movin' on.
True love, I knew, some thought of leavin' you.
Bad thoughts I had, when valentines were due.
Of all the...
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bedheadchicken:
you used to work here?
bedheadchicken:
wow
that's insane. did you work in accounting?
I'm kinda embarrassed now that I've been talking about people you know. when were you here?
I'll give your resume to sal
not sure about the bar, I'll call Nikki and get the name again.
wow
wow
that's insane. did you work in accounting?
I'm kinda embarrassed now that I've been talking about people you know. when were you here?
I'll give your resume to sal
not sure about the bar, I'll call Nikki and get the name again.
wow
wow
Good morning. Good day-afternoon-night. Hi.
When do you get to say I love you?
I love you my suicide friends. I was going to name names, but you all know who you are. I wonder how would things differ if we had first met face to face?
Tonight my world was rightly shaken and I do not know how I will bounce back, or how...
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When do you get to say I love you?
I love you my suicide friends. I was going to name names, but you all know who you are. I wonder how would things differ if we had first met face to face?
Tonight my world was rightly shaken and I do not know how I will bounce back, or how...
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lunna:
Since I'll be very busy tomorrow..Happy Valentine's Day 1 day early.
marieceleste:
Let the theme be Under Cover.
I sing every chance I get.
The boat is the thing you get into when the ship is sinking.
I heard a plane again, for the first time in a while and I didn't shudder
...Some of the things I've written around here of late. Except for the plane thing, I erased that. It's still really difficult to talk about that day and I don't...
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The boat is the thing you get into when the ship is sinking.
I heard a plane again, for the first time in a while and I didn't shudder
...Some of the things I've written around here of late. Except for the plane thing, I erased that. It's still really difficult to talk about that day and I don't...
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aspen:
yes i had a crepe yesterday. with chocolate and whip cream and shit. yum.
addae:
One of the greatest feeling's in the world is lost fear.
Old man winter has let Spring bend over and flash a peek of panties before our drunken eyes. I am a lecher, a lurker, filth in the gutter!
With another bout of winter sure to soon set in, I bring to your attention the distant arrival of SKIRT DAY!
SKIRT DAY IS MY FAVORITE DAY OF THE YEAR!
The sheer joy of skirt day is...
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With another bout of winter sure to soon set in, I bring to your attention the distant arrival of SKIRT DAY!
SKIRT DAY IS MY FAVORITE DAY OF THE YEAR!
The sheer joy of skirt day is...
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severus:
Yes, I forgot you're from NYC. Tell me more about your road trips through the country. Was it like you hoped it would be? I guess you want to do it again someday right? What's the best road food? I mean I'd get sick of just eating fast food all the time.
paintedbat:
so when is this day?
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bedheadchicken:
Hmmmm....what movie? I can't place it.
lunna:
How's it going?
how have you been?
I once had a project, it was called ChromaKey, The Musical...
About two twins...one of them was kidnapped by the tv and forced to live inside a musical. The other one gets into the tv to let her sister out. The idea was to repeat everything that had worked in old movies, and of course, to feature me as the chromakey victim...
never got any sponsors.....