We, the tenants of 51 Java Street in Brooklyn, NY, are hereby entitled to the simple act of quiet enjoyment.
Wed
May
14
Real Mario is sitting on your couch.
Wed
Apr
2
Were it tuby told we’d undo whatever progress we’d let by in the restrictive cabin of night-whistles.
balancing act!, say mister not-now and the jargona policia.
a bird on a wire can’t reach the worm,
but a worm on a wire can reach the stars. (via delicate stretch)
Thu
Mar
27
A shewolf approaches the deck of a ship. Then, suddenly, it undoes what we but now it isn’t there. What do we do? Do we do? We do?
One month later, the captain told us that he knew the time what Dostoevsky really by the underground man. Who would? me?
Wed
Mar
26
arresting the future of dancing alone. I probably won’t realize it when it happens. But then, I didn’t, so when it came I was already inside which was every side. Wondering.
terrific bump?
Wed
Mar
12
What if the hokey pokey really is what it’s all about?
anon. (billboard)