Mr Spic N Span

BOOOOOOOK WEEEEEK!

BOOK WEEK!

 The Moving Day

I met a girl with angel wings tattooed on her back.

 I helped her move her belongings from a building where Monica Lewinsky also lived in by the Hudson River in the West Village.

She attended NYU and was sad to find out the plug of higher education was pulled out on me by head injuries in a misadventure with a Neo Nazi and his posse in a dormitory on 8^th Street in the last century. Stopped breathing to find myself in hell of Sixth Precinct

Abandon All Hope For Justice All Ye Colored Folks That Enter Here

I looked out her new bedroom window and saw The GW Bridge shrouded in mystery by thick rolling gray fogs. “Have you come to help me cross over to the other side?,” I asked her when she walked in with a grim expression. “Be careful with him”, she whispered in reference to a Puerto Rican that helped with the moving job. “He wanted me to give him your money to give you. I told him you’re in the next room,” she said as she generously handed me $160 for 4 hours of easy work that was a pleasure to do for her. 

Later on, I saw his face melted on one side. He looked half demonic.

It seemed God was telling me to take a close look at a self-described friend for the hypocrite he really is. But I deducted Lyme infection as the cause for his condition.

And I was right.

His eyes were like cold caves of evil spirit no longer disguised with a smile.

I got rid of him in the real world as I did on Face Book

There are few people on my account I care about.  The rest are Narcissistic Parasites on Optimism without much humanity. Evil they do must feel damn good to do in a world that feeds egotistical dragons inside some humans.

The girl with the tattoo of wings helped me hold to the better angel of my nature.

I think of her and kindred spirits to calm violent thoughts of revenge.

Melancholy this moving day of dreaming myself wide-awake from head injuries

New York, New York.  Hell of a town made colder by ‘The winter of my discontent’

Time to make myself known to myself

Time to move Millennium forward.

Time to kick start evolution

Fear is good

The Moving Day

The Moving Day

I met a girl with angel wings tattooed on her back.

 I helped her move her belongings from a building where Monica Lewinsky also lived in by the Hudson River in the West Village.

She attended NYU and was sad to find out the plug of higher education was pulled out on me by head injuries in a misadventure with a Neo Nazi and his posse in a dormitory on 8^th Street in the last century. Stopped breathing to find myself in hell of Sixth Precinct

Abandon All Hope For Justice All Ye Colored Folks That Enter Here

I looked out her new bedroom window and saw The GW Bridge shrouded in mystery by thick rolling gray fogs. “Have you come to help me cross over to the other side?,” I asked her when she walked in with a grim expression. “Be careful with him”, she whispered in reference to a Puerto Rican that helped with the moving job. “He wanted me to give him your money to give you. I told him you’re in the next room,” she said as she generously handed me $160 for 4 hours of easy work that was a pleasure to do for her. 

Later on, I saw his face melted on one side. He looked half demonic.

It seemed God was telling me to take a close look at a self-described friend for the hypocrite he really is. But I deducted Lyme infection as the cause for his condition.

And I was right.

His eyes were like cold caves of evil spirit no longer disguised with a smile.

I got rid of him in the real world as I did on Face Book

There are few people on my account I care about.  The rest are Narcissistic Parasites on Optimism without much humanity. Evil they do must feel damn good to do in a world that feeds egotistical dragons inside some humans.

The girl with the tattoo of wings helped me hold to the better angel of my nature.

I think of her and kindred spirits to calm violent thoughts of revenge.

Melancholy this moving day of dreaming myself wide-awake from head injuries

New York, New York.  Hell of a town made colder by ‘The winter of my discontent’

Time to make myself known to myself

Time to move Millennium forward.

Time to kick start evolution

Fear is good

Eye See Visision

Dreams are reality taking a break.