Mold and mice and stolen bikes and a van everybody wants to break into. Dirty halls and holey walls. And a door I'm afraid I can't buzz you in through
I'm bad at making mistakes though I still make a lot of mistakes. But I internalize the problem five times over Until I can't seem to speak. No goodbyes
Cold face, cold legs. Walk three blocks and pay two bucks. One bold sign: Interference on the line, waiting twenty minutes time every time. Transfer
All of my work was done I turned the TV on and I forgot that I can turn it off. We live up on the top. They leave the door unlocked. So just come in.
They won't go away. I don't think I've seem 'em blink at all. They all know my name and they're waiting for me to fall on my face as I attempt to have
Apartment at dusk: a grey Brooklyn sky, a train that I?m missing. A cheap travel mug that leaks from the side, damp coat and mittens. If you don?t find
There?s nothing less cool than feeling exhausted from hours of not doing a damn thing at all. Not thrilling to chill, steal bandwidth and cable, give
First off, I didn't feel comfortable. I'd been drinking for weeks and forgetting to eat and sleeping shitty in a college common room. Trying to make
I know what it looks like, the ship?s not capsizing. The driver?s just drunk or asleep at the wheel. The map is illegible, we spilled beers all over it
We can?t forget 3,000 lives. We got the flag to prove it. We got the sticker and the bracelet. We got a list of specials and we set the DVR so we won?
rather break three strings a song then stick to a routine like I?m ripe for the picking after growing on a tree and then talk about the industry, cross
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out, okay? Even twenty bucks could have fixed this up. A gesture. SOMETHING. We?ll feel super posi when there?s sugar in your gas tank, stink bombs
I put all my books in a box to put them in a concrete cube and underneath more boxes and hidden behind boxes I?ll get in one too. I just threw out another
You took a little every day until I didn?t have shit. Two years off and on and not even the chance to quit, just a letter on a fridge that I got from
I walked two miles in the rain in a suit, my feet torn up by my father?s shoes. Receipts and cards tumble out of my pocket to the floor of the station
takeover DOES help me sleep alright. Do you think Bush thanks God for 9/11 so he can feel justified? Yeah, the dreams I mentioned earlier all involve falling bombs
I saw the sunset from the front of the J train tonight. The subway stopped and stammered and I couldn?t get my footing right. I tied my scarf for the
