Many sparks and lightning jags or jack'o'lantern laughs and wails from ouch our ouch past are circling in the little non-Little China Canyon of Non-Heroes dead friend.
pasts all follow too close.
They choke me, practically push me down some paved gritty trough, practically sweep me along right along just along they way with a handbill and a scattered box of cards that might well have been something once or twice ordered with great care.
I like the place where the numbered streets turn to lettered Avenues with sidestreets and alleys that start and end without bothering to inform anyone at all, no one at all, not a person.
Those times we stood outside Nightingales move further now three years and now cross pluss one, more bottles smash and you -- California? Dead, wow, cemetary. Are there other worlds? Please tell me? I'm blowing round Alphabet City trying to make sense of the mess you left.
Fuck it, I got nothing
Anyone got a smoke?
pasts all follow too close.
They choke me, practically push me down some paved gritty trough, practically sweep me along right along just along they way with a handbill and a scattered box of cards that might well have been something once or twice ordered with great care.
I like the place where the numbered streets turn to lettered Avenues with sidestreets and alleys that start and end without bothering to inform anyone at all, no one at all, not a person.
Those times we stood outside Nightingales move further now three years and now cross pluss one, more bottles smash and you -- California? Dead, wow, cemetary. Are there other worlds? Please tell me? I'm blowing round Alphabet City trying to make sense of the mess you left.
Fuck it, I got nothing
Anyone got a smoke?
mkdaniella:
I'm back... and i got as many smokes as you need... trade ya' smokes for a little Trash wisdom... you in?
josephene:
I used to live on the corner of "D" and "4th" streets....