New york — Traffic on the Williamsburg Bridge seems to be mostly clear still, the morning rush towards Manhattan shouldn’t happen for another hour or so. The weather ought be smooth sailing, with temperatures ra...
New york — Art, as we know it, was invented by George, a disgruntled community servant in the Department of Records. He was better off than others, he supposed— a cave over his head, the constant fireplace, a ...
New york — I killed the canary It was falling mid-air Seemed such a shame To waste There is blood on my paws I loved him so Farewell my tasty friend.
Ceci n'est pas un plan
I killed the canary
Is it ok if I call this mine
I've crossed the ocean for a heart of gold, and I'm getting old
Well, I'm just a man
I refuse to move until my best vacation face distracts you into getting up for a French ginger cookie, lady
My fine city, this
Welcome to your childhood, keep looking around
"Good morning Miss, welcome to just another day in paradise. Would you like some breakfast?"
Won't you sit down we really have a few things to discuss
We're going to the nationals!
Throwing ball. Washing pool. Lady Kay. S'mores. Being educated by a ten year old
An inside job by Turner
How about a makeshift creek to complete your mountain meal
I've been told the sunsets are stunning around here
I can see where I was born
A parking travesty; get off my tricycle shrine
Did you remember to close the windows and serve the nuts, dear?
Crayon deep in vulgar trouble on the tablecloth at an establishment of repute
I've been looking so long at these pictures of you, that I almost believe they're real. You were bigger and brighter and whiter than snow.
The couple frets of being from the land of the -itis, and we are determined the bar of the -oy'ds will save the day
The doge finds weakness in your heart. The doge licks your fingers. Rational thought is dead, long live the doge.