You can't keep 'em, get back in the time machine!

Margaret had trouble getting her art career off the ground.

TEXT MESSAGE: "If it's not too late for coffee I'll be at your place in ten."

But we have come so far.

I can't get her out of my head.

I like you, however!

I have... nothing more.

I've got nothing.

war brings peace

OH HELL YAY! Ants on a log.

You can't have one little prick.

Cumulus didn't like the looks of the new black smog moving into his neighborhood.

You're growing on me.

FUCK THE T.V.

You're my cold summer shower.

But why can't we be friends? Because you are not the same!

The three of them ran around like this for hours.

Pollyanna was pissed that Pinocchio lied about having termites.

Never fall asleep chewing gum!

Scribble Game

"Wormbaby" by: Melissa G

Hymn to the Oak

The old oak tree has no hands
to hold the birds that perch on his limbs

From the sky they fly
choose to nest and sing delightful hymns

About the oak that awoke to grow,
grace and welcomes the winds

Take they might leafs that fall,
a hight so tall,
no fault the breeze that trims

I sit and wait for spring to come
to hear her breathing hum,
that never dims

Over time the citizens learned to adapt.

The feeling was unexplainable.

How is your night looking?

MANT REQ'D

Little Bird had no problem in the city.

I feel like a yellow fizzy drink.

Neck Lace

He drove her away.

Pick of the Litter

Amanda had an over active imagination.

Wendell was feeling cowardly

"Come quickly, I am drinking the stars"

NYC, bakery

The bakery was full of tasty, sugary, sticky, gooey, strawberry oozing, cream injected, caramel running, glaze thicker than pine-sap, mountains of whip-cream, cherry toping, chocolate lathered, powdered sugar dusted, mouth watering flaky crust stacked, jars filled to the brim, hot out of the oven bubbling aroma filled, every ten digit licked clean, new york city.

Tonights Song: Living End by The Jesus & Mary Chain

NYC, camera phone

todays song: Dinner At Eight by Rufus Wainwright

NYC, 40 oz

she fell asleep dreaming.

tonights song: Dead and Lovely by Tom Waits

NYC, new york city

he drooled allover himself

this evenings song: Bled White by Elliott Smith

NYC, make way

the new york sammys are fit for a king, paraded out; announced by harmonizing trumpets, trotted in on the royal white Clydesdale, unwrapped by decadently dressed virgins draped in jewels and his majesty's first bite blessed by the holly monks. Their divine taste would have you believe so, but no this cornucopia of deli treats are tossed together by the immigrant behind the counter and rolled so tight in butcher-paper that this makes me think that the whirlwind assembly has something to do with its delight.

todays song: Ha Ha by Mates of State

NYC, Hey Mr. Rain, Ain't you follow me down

How can you sleep when the sky is electric. The big apple flickers like an alive neon blue sign. I couldn't help myself but to jump out of bed and get a front row seat to the lightning strikes overhead.

this evenings song: Drunkship OF Lanterns by The Mars Volta

(note: add three hours to all NYC time-stamps)

NYC,

she's amazing, last night I had her on her knees, crying like the roar of traffic, her eyes glowed bright lights of come-hither, her pores sweat the sent of fresh bread, summer blooms, and warm evening romance, in full thrust I had caress every curve, her full figure body satisfies all the needs of this lost puppy, left starry-eyed, out of breath, and howling for more!

...together we could tag-team this bitch!

tonights song: At the Hop by Devendra Banhart

NYC, the 1

In the city, you don't take the garbage out, you toss the trash bags across the sidewalk, the curbs are lined with armor, $350 fines for honking, people are friendly and will help you with directions, car has a "t" in the spelling (cart) some sort of hybrid of a granny walker and a shopping cart - used to carry anything that normally would go in your trunk, you cross the street when you feel like it, and you can pretty much get a bite to eat 24 hours of the day.



From 4-6 p.m. the light is beautiful- beaming in from the heavens slicing buildings in half like a wedge of cheese, burning throw tree leafs, illuminating cathedral towers, turning people school bus yellow, and finally dipping into the vents of the subway tunnels with a snap of cream twilight as it fades into the city lights.

todays song: neighborhood #1 (Tunnels) by the Arcade Fire