I feel like a feminized dickless pansy just writing shit like this, because in reality, I'm an emotionless gangster who steps on roaches whose tentacles don't move parallel to each other.
One chapter of New York City today has ended. Tomorrow starts a new one. Goodbye Amy and Earl. I miss you both.
Inspired simultaneously and erratically by the blog thoughts of both Stanley Lee and Ned Rorem.
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