take the draw
a tie
on 3rd and 23 take the draw
no one going to get serious here and topple and intitution of lasting consequence that some newer more acceptable less enlightened value added 21st century deceptacon cannot replace just as quickly.
nothing is changing here tonight, but, "souls are moving"
"God is present"
"spirits are arroused"
"love is all aound"
inside the smoke and holding still the bullets
wind glows and the windows refract your protection from the elements
look around and miss it all
let me see you smile
smile so i can know that you wont later and you gave in.
let me know that giving in was important to you and i will make it happen
sound is up and noise is making sense while correct grammar materializes less that the server space it kind of takes up.
slick in the sense of things unseen, but only if you arent familiar with that sense
and back to what matters it wont when you stop thinking about it then there only room for the exclamation of the moment and the stillness of boredom or the percussion of regularity forced.
sharp
be sharpe and dont last long
bob weave float sting
dont shake in the cold
Thursday, October 26, 2006
Wednesday, September 27, 2006
Turf war in midtown
This dude and I have had beef before, and I was trying to provoke him today, maybe I was on edge about TO (if you haven't heard he's fine). I say i was trying to provoke him, I was bored and not going to sell, so I did something different.
I say we have had beef before, I was pitching outside the Viacom building near the news stand on 45th and 7th. He busted in my pitch, that was at least still doable, and he tried to give away flowers then say in a very confident way, donation for the homeless.... burns my britches I tell you, so I saw him today, and approached some people today at about 1pm across the street from the afore mentioned Viacom building (confusing? we were in front of Toys R Us in Times Square)
He ran up past me to shove flowers in women's hands and then ask for a donation to the homeless. Maybe the fact that he uses flowers to guilt mone out of people i dunno, i feel like i try to be pretty honest and courteous in my pitches of others doing street promotions and this guy gets my goat... and so he rolls up past me and I start heckling as his game works on some suburban kids, in fact it probably drew some sympathy from the kids so he got his 2 dollars or whatever.
and they leave and he's yelling back about what respect is on this street and how I was not engaged in conversation and i get back with, "I was talking to them you didn't give a chance you just come crashing through as though this street belongs to you. It don't we on this block so look up when you walk and see us"
He busted out and I followed him east on 44th street to a parking garage that linked to 43rd and then all the way on 43rd to 6th av. Ireally didnt know where he would go or how long i could afford to follow him, but I was on this ride for a while and long enough to forge anaother confrontation. He would look back about every 30 strides and motion me on with his arm and yell something indistinguishable about the limits of my abilities. I let him get about 20yds ahead then kept up real quick and quiet to about 3ft so when he looked by i was there in his grill as we crossed 6th.
Just past the dollar hot dog cart by the Grace building I started
to walk away, but not before I informed him, "stay off the block"; then he laced, "and what you gonna do about it if i do, i been here 22 years when you get here?!?!?!" with multiple f-bombs and he thought I was gone I came back and got in his face again smiling mischevious. and we hollared at each other some more about respect and how he contiously disrepects us and he claimed to not this that and the other.
He walked south with more cussing and i grinned and thought about writing this later.
then i went and worked in inside of the vendor station getting water/soda and snacks for vendors.
Kanye West struggled to hold a half empty giants stadium of Rolling Stone fans. One old rocker/hippie that worked for us saidm, "I've never even heard of this Kain West"
same booking agent let kanye down a bit it think
those old men can play rock'n'roll big enough to fill that stadium just right. just loud enough and move the crowd and connect.
huge stage with seats in it and light and a train track thing that took them out into the audience for honkeytonk man.
I saw the deconstruction of said aparatus until 3:15 am.
late
I say we have had beef before, I was pitching outside the Viacom building near the news stand on 45th and 7th. He busted in my pitch, that was at least still doable, and he tried to give away flowers then say in a very confident way, donation for the homeless.... burns my britches I tell you, so I saw him today, and approached some people today at about 1pm across the street from the afore mentioned Viacom building (confusing? we were in front of Toys R Us in Times Square)
He ran up past me to shove flowers in women's hands and then ask for a donation to the homeless. Maybe the fact that he uses flowers to guilt mone out of people i dunno, i feel like i try to be pretty honest and courteous in my pitches of others doing street promotions and this guy gets my goat... and so he rolls up past me and I start heckling as his game works on some suburban kids, in fact it probably drew some sympathy from the kids so he got his 2 dollars or whatever.
and they leave and he's yelling back about what respect is on this street and how I was not engaged in conversation and i get back with, "I was talking to them you didn't give a chance you just come crashing through as though this street belongs to you. It don't we on this block so look up when you walk and see us"
He busted out and I followed him east on 44th street to a parking garage that linked to 43rd and then all the way on 43rd to 6th av. Ireally didnt know where he would go or how long i could afford to follow him, but I was on this ride for a while and long enough to forge anaother confrontation. He would look back about every 30 strides and motion me on with his arm and yell something indistinguishable about the limits of my abilities. I let him get about 20yds ahead then kept up real quick and quiet to about 3ft so when he looked by i was there in his grill as we crossed 6th.
Just past the dollar hot dog cart by the Grace building I started
to walk away, but not before I informed him, "stay off the block"; then he laced, "and what you gonna do about it if i do, i been here 22 years when you get here?!?!?!" with multiple f-bombs and he thought I was gone I came back and got in his face again smiling mischevious. and we hollared at each other some more about respect and how he contiously disrepects us and he claimed to not this that and the other.
He walked south with more cussing and i grinned and thought about writing this later.
then i went and worked in inside of the vendor station getting water/soda and snacks for vendors.
Kanye West struggled to hold a half empty giants stadium of Rolling Stone fans. One old rocker/hippie that worked for us saidm, "I've never even heard of this Kain West"
same booking agent let kanye down a bit it think
those old men can play rock'n'roll big enough to fill that stadium just right. just loud enough and move the crowd and connect.
huge stage with seats in it and light and a train track thing that took them out into the audience for honkeytonk man.
I saw the deconstruction of said aparatus until 3:15 am.
late
Monday, April 10, 2006
at one point you were a skunk
the rounded out sides of a hollowed out tree trunk
the occaisional glance of that woman over her shoulder in your general direction
were those middle eastern girls laughing at me...
of coaurse not
You are the same as everybody else. That crap Barney sang about you being special, just that. Decaying organic matter. Give off waste and use up energy. Just like the dead-beat dad, the crack whore, the amoeba, you chemstry instructor, gay stage actors, pigeons that never leave small towns they are born in. All the same. Energy or nothingness.
Like the tree you can be burned to the extent of your calories. Like the freshly brewed tea in the South, your body will reach a point of sugar saturation. Starch that makes your pleets sharp will later make your potatos delicious and your poop float.
there is no story here only the other stuff that is continuous and not subject to human wranglings and the odd subjection of opinion to rock critic style historical inaccuracies.
bad writing makes for bad timing when living in a city that manifests its own good fortune.
get right and go home.
the occaisional glance of that woman over her shoulder in your general direction
were those middle eastern girls laughing at me...
of coaurse not
You are the same as everybody else. That crap Barney sang about you being special, just that. Decaying organic matter. Give off waste and use up energy. Just like the dead-beat dad, the crack whore, the amoeba, you chemstry instructor, gay stage actors, pigeons that never leave small towns they are born in. All the same. Energy or nothingness.
Like the tree you can be burned to the extent of your calories. Like the freshly brewed tea in the South, your body will reach a point of sugar saturation. Starch that makes your pleets sharp will later make your potatos delicious and your poop float.
there is no story here only the other stuff that is continuous and not subject to human wranglings and the odd subjection of opinion to rock critic style historical inaccuracies.
bad writing makes for bad timing when living in a city that manifests its own good fortune.
get right and go home.
Wednesday, January 18, 2006
The time I went to lunch
That guy was there. The one who was such a character, and id all the cussing. Ok well the cussing wouldnt distinguish him from them.. But, he was there, and he recounted stories seriously, too vulger to abbreivate here and now. The guy didnt eat as much as you'd think he would. He was a teddy bear, and constantly inappropriate. He did eat a fair serving though. Glasses.
He sat there like a dinosaur.
He roared then so did the others. Dressed in layers all of them.
There's a bite of chicken.
Killer cuts her eyes.
The group slowly disintigrates back into the sea of people outside on the streets. Smoke rises from them.
He sat there like a dinosaur.
He roared then so did the others. Dressed in layers all of them.
There's a bite of chicken.
Killer cuts her eyes.
The group slowly disintigrates back into the sea of people outside on the streets. Smoke rises from them.
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