Thursday, May 31, 2007

sweet baby jeesus. the seventh sign of apocalyptic real estate is upon us.

i just heard that an apartment (which hasn't even been built) sold for $10 million dollars today. it's a block 1/2 from my old 1 bedroom death trap in alphabet city (which cost me $1200, 10 years ago).
surely this can only be a sign that the end is near. 10 MILLION DOLLARS... for 3 bedrooms on junkie row? you've got to be bloody kidding me.

they have ruined my city.

once upon a time alphabet city was a place where you could count on three things: chickens in the streets, junkies picking you clean if you passed out on your stoop & swat teams in riot gear and tanks at least once a month breaking up some squatter scuffle... make that 4 things... i can't forget the ice cream truck that also sold heroin & coke. (i get twitchy to this day whenever i hear that song).

now it seems destined to go the way of men in prada slip ons & high end soaking tubs.
breaks my fucking heart.

Monday, May 28, 2007

"I have learned some things about tears. Tears won't make someone love you who doesn't. Tears won't make someone live who is dead."

Thursday, May 17, 2007


i think what i see in you that is most suitable to my liking are glimpses of myself that are unsuitable for anyone else.

Thursday, May 10, 2007

sweet things men do/a look at my future

today i was walking by the fort on my way to work & i passed a little old man of at least 85 who stood about 4'2". he stopped, turned to look at me, scrunched his face until it almost disappeared & thrust his hand into my face — furiously waving a very 'fuck you' finger all while growling & sneering at me with pure, seething hatred.

as i walked away i thought 'honey, i know exactly how you feel.'
it was the best thing to happen to me all week.