Kiss ad for a planet more beautiful than Venus.
Thursday, November 13, 2014
Wednesday, November 12, 2014
No need for school if genius was like second hand smoke I just inhaled
No need for school if genius was like second hand smoke I
just inhaled.
Monday, November 10, 2014
Death is dying and it's going to try to take you with it. LOVE IS THE CURE!!!!!!
I have to pay rent to prevent homelessness by selling story
on using movie logic to solve homework assignment on making tour book to draw
tourists to The South Bronx.
Good-bye South Bronx.
Hello South of France.
Life on Face Book is better than the next Great American
Novel of the 21-Century.
Fairy tales can come true if you’re young at heart, Old Blue
Eyes sang in my brain.
And here’s my mind’s MRI to prove I died and went to Google
Heaven.
AIEEEE! DREAM TO AMERICA!!!!!!
I have to pay rent to prevent homelessness by selling story
on using movie logic to solve homework assignment on making tour book to draw
tourists to The South Bronx.
Good-bye South Bronx.
Hello South of France.
Life on Face Book is better than the next Great American
Novel of the 21-Century.
Fairy tales can come true if you’re young at heart, Old Blue
Eyes sang in my brain.
And here’s my mind’s MRI to prove I died and went to Google
Heaven.
Stars me up
I have to pay rent to prevent homelessness by selling story
on using movie logic to solve homework assignment on making tour book to draw
tourists to The South Bronx.
Good-bye South Bronx.
Hello South of France.
Life on Face Book is better than the next Great American
Novel of the 21-Century.
Fairy tales can come true if you’re young at heart, Old Blue
Eyes sang in my brain.
And here’s my mind’s MRI to prove I died and went to Google
Heaven.
Friday, November 7, 2014
It's not what you think ROBOT!!!!
I spat out blood violently in front of two cops.
They called an ambulance: ETA in 9 minutes. Officer Gonzales
of the 41 Precinct and FDNY medics asked the same question: Have I been to West
Africa lately?
I wish.
I’ll do anything to get out of The South Bronx.
I always wanted to travel Earth and beyond.
Oxygen mask on as sirens wailed in rain.
Oh my! How exciting! An adventure!
I spent 10 hours on a bed at Lincoln Hospital.
I saw young and old crowded in ER. They all were like
children afraid of the dark.
Health care workers of different nationalities talked about
movies as they surrounded me. A medic strapped on gloves with a snap and a
smile. You remind me of Dexter, I said. Please don’t kill me. He laughed. Blood
work came back fine. No Ebola. No HIV. No Tuberculosis. X-rays came back fine.
No Cancer. My heart bled in gratitude.
I thanked every professional for his or her service.
I thanked God like a little boy saved from lions.
Ulcer, blood pressure too high and a violent reaction to Advil
were the reasons I was spitting blood like an actor screaming in agony in Alien
and gory sequels galore.
I humbly ate two hamburgers at Mickey D. They tasted so good
without extra salt.
I drank pineapple juice. I walked home past a park under
stars and saw new country.
I saw The Wonder Years go on forever for future generations.
Truthfully, I’m dying for salty fried chicken wings.
And hot sauce hotter than Hell.
It would taste so sweet.
It would be Heaven.
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