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Saturday, September 19, 2009

Instead of apples & honey, stale bread with cream cheese.

Instead of wine, a coffee.

Instead of holiday joy & shofar, pensive loneliness & my family sucks blues.

Walking to the east river with a bag of moldy bread...

L'Shanah Tova. 


Sunday, June 21, 2009

Rain is good for roots, and healthy nourished roots are good for growth.

And what is this thing called optimism asked Cacambo.
Alas, It is the madness of maintaining that all is good when it is actually wrong replied Candide.

Today, I cultivated my personal garden.
Tomorrow, when the sun will come out, fresh blooms will make the air fragrant, and my flower face will smile.


Thursday, June 11, 2009

Oblivion drizzles sprinkle a subtle beat,
in tune with the mechanical hum of the factory machine outside my wide open window.

A new curiosity into energy therapy was spawned most recently.
@ Kmart I bought a bottle of Vitamin B12, 1500mg tablets, which supposedly promotes heart health and energy metabolism.

Blanket that smells like a wet dog.


Wednesday, June 10, 2009

I missed my stop on the train today because, a) I spaced out in my reading and b) the guy in front of me moved too slow for me to get by and lunge out the door. Just like that, in three blinks of my two eyes, the doors clamped shut right in front of my face, and I thought: "great! wtf, damn guy" took a deep breath, and with the exhale the anger subsided and I thought: "Se la Vie, no biggie"


Sunday, May 17, 2009

Midnight Thunderstorm in New York.

Light flashes & rumbles humble my self-sorrow.

Rain flushes slime & grime down the gutters

& the streets sparkle with honey colored dew

reflecting orange hues radiating from street lights.



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