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.

Swaying side to side
smelling of expensive things
(at least I perceive it so)
how long it'd take you to get ready
and walk out the door?
Eros will find you just for the right price.
Walking in stilletos down 5th Ave.
as an inpatient dad waits for it's newborn baby
you pace the streets swearing you're a fair lady
a damsel in disguise under lies a wolf's smile
she's a fox and she trots
in more ways that you'll ever know how
good luck figuring that arubics cube
the simplest things are the easiest to misconstrude

Outside the window
destiny walks the streets
as I lay here.
A dreamer of first degree
Where are you now, Keats?
Didn't you dream the same dream?
Profoundly so.
A lifetime ago I asked.
A century ago you did too;
Aren't we clocks and clouds?

Yea. Plato's answer fits best.
A clokless world is a cloudless one.
Order and aloof. Good and evil
Brothers.
One gets the other's bread.
Conjoined dualities starring at each other.


These dreams or nightmares (ask me when I'm old)
are excites by the two hands
until they're worned.
Destiny keeps walking the streets
finding some way to go
either she finds a White street light
or ima have to go naked out to rescues her from the cold.

NY Reac #1

Baggage saga is a story for another day.

Two hours after my arrival (great flight btw) I have all my luggage. Outside, in the Taxi line, it felt good telling the taxi director my destination; midtown Manhattan.
The Indian taxi driver was nice enough. We didn't speak, however, all the way into Manhattan. The only time was to ask him what the neighborhood by the airport was called. "Asturia." I quickly recognized it may have been a mistake to ask if this was Astoria and let the homie take me in needless circles for more curry money.
The building had a green and wood exterior and elegant staircase. I went in without a problem despire the keyhole in the door. I have with me 4 heavy bags. Ranging from I can lift this to holy fuck. Slowly, painfully I carried all of them to the 5th floor. Success. This is it right? I get to lay down my bones for a bit. Toast something to my arrival at NYC...wrong. Steven's e-mail instructed the keys would be under the mat in apartment 5b. Hmm..no mat, and defintely no keys in 5b. OK well maybe it was a typo he kept on repeating. So I checked the mats in the 5th floor. Apt. 5A had a mat and keys under it. Voila. This must be it.
I walk in with two of my bags and sensed something was not right. Why is there a centerpiece picture of three girls? They must be Steven's friends or one of his roomates. But man why do the same three girls keep on apperaing in pictures in the apartment. And the place is so colorful. After putting 2 and 2 and 2 and 2 together I realized I had just broken into someone's apartment.
I quitely left. Not a trace that a stranger walked in and glanced around. I had not given up yet. I double-checked all te mats in the 5th floor. Then I gave up; awaiting for Steven to text and tell me what's going on. I read and charged my iPhone with the laptop in the narrow hallway as people (all in their early/mid 20s) walked by. Poor guy got kicked out, they must have thought. And then the best news as of yet; they're in the mat outside in the door leading from the street. So, 2 hours in the airport and an hour and a half in the hallway. And that's NYC, it's not easy and even though I knew I was going to get in eventually I realized in this city how looking from the outside in makes all the difference. A plank of wood and human fallacy (damn AA) kept me from immediate satisfaction. But, it's a reminder that amnetities hang by a thread, especially here. One minute you're full of aspirations and ready to love it up and later that day you might be going around town looking for shelter or a place to charge a phone.

I hate Chinese

Are you a clock or a cloud?

And so the Time Has Come of That I am Certain

I will be documenting my travels as best and as often as possible. Maccy broke so the portability and lack of smooth, white keyboard will affect my writing in the most horrific of ways. Sigh.

Held by silver chains is no better.