Whether or not you landed here by accident -- move on, keep going . . . .Nothing here. Nothing to learn, nothing to look at, nothing to buy, nothing to sell, nothing to think about, nothing to contradict, nothing to sneer at, nothing to chuckle at, nothing to touch yourself to, nothing to complain about.
And if you're some kind of fucking buddhist new ager and enjoy the nothing of your existence, I'm not talking about the tao of emptiness or the zen of mental malnutrition. I'm talking human vacuum. And I will suck out your soul.
But I just have to add: Damn, the dawn was highly engaging this morning. I stood in the middle of Washington Square Park, waiting for the dogs to piss and shit, and this cheesy fondue of emotion started to bubble up in me. The light was a livid purple-red, the color of screaming baby, but on mute. Silence, a perfect 30 degrees to perk up my eyelids and accupuncture my cheeks. The red turned pink, the dogs delivered the goods, and I sucked the souls of a couple of passers-by. Good morning.
And if you're some kind of fucking buddhist new ager and enjoy the nothing of your existence, I'm not talking about the tao of emptiness or the zen of mental malnutrition. I'm talking human vacuum. And I will suck out your soul.
But I just have to add: Damn, the dawn was highly engaging this morning. I stood in the middle of Washington Square Park, waiting for the dogs to piss and shit, and this cheesy fondue of emotion started to bubble up in me. The light was a livid purple-red, the color of screaming baby, but on mute. Silence, a perfect 30 degrees to perk up my eyelids and accupuncture my cheeks. The red turned pink, the dogs delivered the goods, and I sucked the souls of a couple of passers-by. Good morning.
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endedben:
Consider me seduced. 
irina:
I can't tell you just how apropos that poem is. Are you psychic or something? I'm spooked.