"As I write, highly civilized human beings are flying overhead, trying to kill me." George Orwell
it makes it hard to write i think.
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Saturday, March 7, 2009

It feels like a dream, when i'm walking up the Bowery and see the skyline of New York. It is reachable. Right there, i can feel it, peering back and sneering, like a riled up steer.
I always dreamed it like this. A flock of the people, i always dreamed of. We scurry around the gridded streets, talking about everything and nothing. Comfortable and close, but a lingering amount left to discover. Funny silences, and situations, like an over cast sky, as the beginning of spring runs its fingers through our hair.
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