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Close but FAR
Posted On 10/11/2008 10:10:01 by NyCBLOGGeR
I have wonder why we are not dating in the first place. IT, maybe, I am an asshole, stubborn, an idiot, and righteously absurb. When we are together we are always talking about life, and its enlightenment. Our constant jagging of rude humor of each other secrets that we shared with one another can be combated with shove or a loud laughter. We, sometime, walk so close it almost seem like we are a couple. What we have is weird, I ponder why I've never confus... Read More



Down the Hatch
Posted On 09/02/2008 13:30:35 by NyCBLOGGeR
179 W 4th St
New York, NY
5 hours of websurfing in a cubic terminal, 45minutes of lunch with some unknown newly hired gal, whose sense of humor of talking is about her beloved boyfriend, who can anchor her ass from nyc to the moon. 2 hours of listening to classical music that my boss has preset on the radio at exactly 3:55pm. 1 hour equal 60minutes of counting down of every minute until I run out of that door. 15minutes to the closest bar. 20 minutes for... Read More



7 Train to heaven
Posted On 07/27/2008 14:05:19 by NyCBLOGGeR
After John Rocker* processed in making racial slurs of proud working immigrants trying to chase what we so called the American dreams, the 7 train to Queens has never been more appealing to me. Thanks too this asshole, I would have not grown to appreciate this hidden oasis. A true example of a melting pot comes with the anxiety feeling similar to a first date, with deep regrets of never peaking at this bussing borough. As I am feeling the guilty-pleasure throughout the whole train ride to my fri... Read More



The Central Park Poet
Posted On 07/24/2008 21:08:24 by NyCBLOGGeR
If the Rooster die today I'll be eating his eggs. This four eyes guy is up to no good. Selling his bootlegs with no ache. "Happening", "Hancock", Dark Knight" all for $5s.
His little punch line is a week of long forgetiful as the girl he is spitting just turned her back on us.
The constant dry eyes from staring into the monitor of long 9-5.
If the rooster die today I'll be eating his eggs. nyc cool breeze muttered in hot humid night, heated debates that jump to flare. Homeless guy... Read More