i can't sleep and i get anxious that i can't sleep and then i can't sleepier and anxiousy
there was another street fair up on the upper west which was great coz then you can eat all the things you would never dream about eating except at a street fair. animals on stix. greasy fried dough and meat things and $4 lemonades. funnelcakes don't exist in reality. actually they are space aliens that fly down every time there's a street fair and plop themselves in powdered sugar and when we humans eat them they've got your mind, and your body becomes a data transmitting device to their homeworld. i stay away from those fucking things.
then you go look at all the crap that you would never dream of buying and it's kinda like a little reunion coz you haven't seen these long lost items since the last street fair. spend a little time looking in the booth that belongs to the guy who's selling old tin signs and advertisements and liscence plates and then you catch yourself actually contemplating purchasing some fucking weird ad from the 50s for like $60 just because you have nostalgia for the good old days when advertisements were advertisements, like "Drink Coke" and then you realize "Holy shit, i'm not going to pay $60 for a sign that's telling me to buy something else...that's dangerous."
starbucks was giving away crappyccinos and blasting the archers of loaf and i got all paranoid feeling. thinking jeez, i am harnessed in slums and but i want to be free.
there was another street fair up on the upper west which was great coz then you can eat all the things you would never dream about eating except at a street fair. animals on stix. greasy fried dough and meat things and $4 lemonades. funnelcakes don't exist in reality. actually they are space aliens that fly down every time there's a street fair and plop themselves in powdered sugar and when we humans eat them they've got your mind, and your body becomes a data transmitting device to their homeworld. i stay away from those fucking things.
then you go look at all the crap that you would never dream of buying and it's kinda like a little reunion coz you haven't seen these long lost items since the last street fair. spend a little time looking in the booth that belongs to the guy who's selling old tin signs and advertisements and liscence plates and then you catch yourself actually contemplating purchasing some fucking weird ad from the 50s for like $60 just because you have nostalgia for the good old days when advertisements were advertisements, like "Drink Coke" and then you realize "Holy shit, i'm not going to pay $60 for a sign that's telling me to buy something else...that's dangerous."
starbucks was giving away crappyccinos and blasting the archers of loaf and i got all paranoid feeling. thinking jeez, i am harnessed in slums and but i want to be free.
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_michael:
Jimmy Boyle..now your talking... wow. i used to live with jimmy, plexi did actually.
_michael:
jimmy is doing quite good these days, between stints at the celebrity center, he managed to build an amazing studio in that scary house of his, and from what i know is doing a record of his stuff. he ws playing with norm, but im not sure where its all going. he does have an amazing set up.