It's hot enough to cook an egg in my balls. Beads of sweat everywhere, like I had just gotten out of the shower. The window is open. Inviting air to swoop by and deliver fresh news. The air refuses the invitation. That bitch.

All the desires wished upon will be brought anon.
Careless remarks will be translated into a foreign language.
A web site for soul trading seekers
rants and raves in cozy ears
four walls are the new nine
the meek will inherit a fortune but not the earth
after a long legal dispute-earth will have full custody of fire
a tiny long lasting battery
things will grow where they're not supposed to

This IS

Nietzsche, in Thus Spoke Zarathustra, said we must become a camel (drinking up everything) before we can become a lion, and properly rebel against the strictures of society.

All of us suffer from anosognosia. Yet it's painless and even blisfull.

Union Square Park

Union Square Park home to pigeons, squirreles, bums.
The namesake gives it all away. It's a square. A couple football fields, maybe. And, it's definetly a union of every type of person.
Hipsters walk to and fro. Vintage photographers roam for the perfect shot. The water fountain that looks like a little well is a pigeon's bath as well as a man's main source of water, as he tediously fills a gallon jug.
Luncheners reading books. Kids out of school playing. A hungry man with a dance in his step in search of a bench for what may be today and tomorro's breakfast, lunch and dinner.
And people just passing the time. Wonder what the squirreles think about all of this.

The walk from the upper east side to the upper west side starts with google maps.
No matter I'm incapable or unwilling to follow strict directions. I took the first narrow road
with a promising sign that read:to west side. That's where I'm headed. To the Dakota, where John Lennon used to own several rooms in the opulent building.
It must have been an unpopular road as I was the only traveler.
The winding road got lost between trees and underpasses. If it weren't for the line of cars i wouldve forgotten I was in Manhattan. (or Manhatana, ain't it so Whitman?)
halfway to the upper west side a two-story colonial house made out of stone. Funny how it was in the middle of nowhere. Must have been someone's castle a long time ago. I decided it'd be my fortress. Come what may, Chinese invasion or what not; I got my fortress.

The brick road ends and the city begins again. The grandeur of the buildings parralel to the park is really something. The park itself with all it's grandness,mystery and hidden spots is trumped by the man made structures. Architectural nirvana or as close you'll get to it in the states.

--from union square park

P.S. Money walks all over. Union square is funny though. One of the places you'll find around manhattan that makes you feel ok about counting pennies.
Elsewhere, anywhere really, you gotta believe we're all the same.
He, she or I are no different. Unless, you want to welcome loneliness.