Broken Windows

I am appreciative that you have semi-nice teeth. They do not belong to me anymore, but that does not mean that I cannot marvel at them. While we're on the subject, I'm also very appreciative that you have semi-nice skin too.

I remember once someone said that you looked like a Russian doll made of porcelain; I agree, but I am not a fan of porcelain. It cracks far too easy and I couldn't imagine falling in love with a face that needed to be handled with such delicate care.

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I'm going to be taking a break for a little while to work on other projects. Thanks for reading.

Please Pardon This Interruption:

I'll be back in a week, but make sure you visit: http://community.hearnewbrunswick.com/ for Jon Dugan's show the Big Surprise. I'll be on it Thursday night at 6pm if you want to hear more about the picture above and the project I'm working on with Naqeeb.



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It's In Fact Quite The Opposite

With air quotes raised high into the sky, he mentioned that he was known to be a bit of a partier.

Le Turd

Smile. You're a complete fraud and everyone knows it. I've heard you speaking Spanish to the busboys and the girls at the register--you don't fool me.

You're not toned enough, you're not poor enough. Give up the ghost.

Bunny Ears

You've got quite set on you. Everyone knows this, everyone wants specifically this from you. I don't. I'd rather talk about the weather or how to get rid of stains or spots.

And no I've never imagined spending a life with you. I couldn't imagine disappearing with you either. That's a dull life anyway. I want to dress up and dance. I would rather this than anything else.

Pick five of your favorite records, I'll pick my own. I have a few in mind. I won't tell you them now.

And when we decide which gets played first, your's or mine, I want to forget everyone else and lose my shit with you.

Dodos

Randy is not an artist, he is an okay bartender who in between chocolatinis and Manhattans, doubles as a trapeze artist. This isn't the nineteen-twenties and circuses aren't in vogue. In fact the general impression of circuses are that they are foul, full of torture and expensive popcorn. Luckily for Randy he doesn't work at those kinds of places. Think of a less expensive Cirque De Soleil full of bartenders and waiters that are infinitely flexible.

I wonder if he can mix a Singapore Sling, while swinging mid-air?

Round Eyes

There is something wrong with the way Timmy folds pizza boxes at work. For some reason every box that he folds falls apart. Also when he puts wax paper in, it's always on the wrong side, which makes it a bit more cumbersome when dealing with customers. I don't mind all that much because I know Timmy has some problems . I don't know the prognosis, I'm not a doctor. I don't know anything about how the mind works or how many bones there are in an ear, but I'm pretty certain there's something wrong with Timmy. In an eight-hour day, he says almost nothing. You could say hello to him--Hello Timmy--and he almost always disregards it. In fact he's so good at not responding it's like you're not even there. You don't even exist to Timmy. And when he incorrectly folds those boxes it's as if he's not even there.

I wish I had a iota of Timmy's social grace: not having to answer questions and spending my day staring listlessly at nothing. I wonder what he thinks about. Maybe he thinks that those boxes are perfect. That everything around him doesn't really exist and that common conversation is meaningless. Words like hello and goodbye never enter his thoughts or perhaps he's just confused. I would at some point like for him to explain this all for me, but I know that he won't. I've tried.

What to Do at Twenty Three/ Do I smell a new Career?

What to Do at Twenty Three While Living at Home.

I have no idea what to do with myself. There's only so much media and pornography one can take

in at one sitting.

(I'd say about five to ten minutes given my track record.)
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Do I smell a new career?

I've decided to stop calling myself an artist, a skateboarder, and an entrepreneur, as well as all of the other things I refer to myself as, that way I can make some space for my newest title:

Re-Furbished Vaccuum Repairsmen Specialist.

It's been a passion of mine for some years now and I figured now's my time to shine.

Point being:

-No one has any cash on hand for a shady latina maid with

sticky fingers.

-Some vaccuums have lifetime warranties.

-Due to recent advances in technology, top of the line

vaccuums can also get into hard to reach areas that other

cleaning supplies can't.

-I live above a vaccuum repair shop( No transportation to work required).

- I only have a G.E.D and 1/2 of an associates from a community college.

- I can wear practically whatever I want to work.

- If David Oreck's been in business for one hundred years, why can't I get wet too?

As far as I can see, it's a win, win situation.