Broke City (Donuts and Drugs)


I hate being right.

I say good morning to my friends.


want me to bring you some donuts or drugs?

mitchell just broke up with her boyfriend.

we are all stuck at work.
Gchat!

my back hurts, but I blessed the rumbling subway.

twice today. 

I say good morning to my friends.

flying machine with lights.

search for me in these low hollow wishes called days.

Country Luke is back in Alphabet City.

just recounting old tales

of crippled day dreams and human beings.

my arms are beautiful but they dont work,

so she says.

her name is She in front of me.

my heart left when I was writing.

therefor I was writing my heart out.

while just rattling through life,

like a stupid dinner rattlesnake.

I say good morning to my friends.

is that you in front of me, ill, prefered?

let's get dark chocolate.

drug deals in White Harlem and bullshit from the internet.

Shtootz is slang for blow in Montreal.

I was pushed down the stairs last night.

headlights.

existentialism.

this is how we travel to and fro,

from beginning to end.

White Harlem has my eyes.

Montreal has my heart.

I say good morning to my friends.

I am listening to Neutral Milk Hotel.

and eating Hot Pockets.

and sending text messages to people who only exist in exits.

we are all tiny changes.

tides.