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New York

In the heart of Texas


New York City is a living organism; It evolves, it devolves, it fluctuates as a living organism. So my relationship with New York City is as vitriolic as the relationship with myself and with any other human being which means that it changes every millisecond, that it's in constant fluctuation.


its about the searchings for everything worthwhile in existence it is about walking into the bar and lusting after all the worth while possibilities of the world.


It is about flesh It is about waves ungulating and it is about exhibitionalism


During the quiet times in my life I used to hear Bach's six trio sonatas, in my head now I only hear police cruisers ruthlessly hovering above fifth avenue


There is advice around every corner


always make time for nosh


But, not without my traveling boots


we

all need our selforchastrated purgatories


I will not going to relive all the mistake my parents made, Im not going to identify and relive all the sorrows my mother ever lived through, Im not going to propagate and create dysfunctional children in the same dysfunctional way that I was raised, Im not going to spread neurosis through the landscape and do my best to recreate myself and the damages of my life for the next generation


We are young,


so lets set the world on fire we can burn brighter then the sun


Im caught in a whirlwind, Im going to heaven, Im standing on trial and its painted on canvas an eternal testament to how we are so animalistic


Remember everywhere, everything is in this place, Take a place if you found a place to take, And if you don’t have anything nice to say, You can tell the world to take it to your grave, Wake me up when I'm on the throw to paradise, Lift me off the ground and take me to the garden of paradise.


I want people to pause in front of real windows


not shop windows


This is now how we experiance greif


Imagine our power if we just applied the right pressure


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I'll take him home after midnight And if he likes, I'll tell him lies of how we'll fall in love by the morning I don't think he'll know that I'm saying goodbye


My office glows all night long it's a nuclear show and the stars are gone I dont know how to love, I get too tired after midday. I take it out on my good friends but the worst stays in, oh where would i begin...


I keep trying to redraw myself, but everybody keeps hiding all my pencils


When you reach the end of your rope,


tie a knot in it and hang on.


The World is like a ride and when you choose to go on it you think it's real because that's how powerful our minds are. the ride goes up and down and round and round, and it has thrills and chills and is very brightly colored, and it's very loud. And it's fun, for a while.

Some people have been on the ride for a long time, and they've begun to question, 'Is this real, or is this just a ride? other people have remembered, and they've come back to us and they say 'Hey, don't worry. Don't be afraid, ever, because

and we KILL THOSE PEOPLE.

this is just a ride.


New York goes to Texas