My head used to house seventeen screaming squirrels. They were totally over-caffeinated and raucous, climbing the walls of the little boardroom in my brain, swinging from ceiling fixtures, pulling books off the shelves, tearing out pages and tossing them across the room. They squealed and chattered and smacked their little squirrel-sized coffee mugs on the [...]
only the jodi
A search for simplicity, sobriety, compassion, & the right man. Or at least not another wrong man.Archive for December, 2009
I’m jealous of people who can make music. Anyone who can sling an instrument over their shoulder or carry it in their back pocket, to pull out and entertain with whenever they want, that’s a gift. Singer-songwriters get the gift of language and the gift of music and while it doesn’t seem fair to someone [...]
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Urban Cadence
where the dead things are
(gates of heaven, hawthorne, ny)
Y sin vicios. Ninguno? Ni siquiera una? That’s a tough one.
translation: “Room in apartment for super clean responsible person that works. Good hygiene habits, and no vices. Now available.”
from the series, “For Rent”(jackson heights, queens, ny)
