We are currently in a heated contract dispute, concerning the REINVENTION of this webpage. I've been informed it's time for a CHANGE, and... GOOD changes are GOOD. So you might see a new thing or two on here. Don't worry we wont go all radiohead on your ass. It'll still be about words more then wormholes and secret clicksss
I am waiting for the train when I smell something burning. I turn to the man standing next to me and ask if he smells it too. In preparing to speak he lets a cloud of condensed breath out into the freezing air. For a half second my mind plays a trick on me. "Oh no, he's burning," I think.
Two drunks outside the Delancey Street subway: "You better leave an hour early to get there on time." They are lying, they never go anywhere, I thought to myself. For whose benefit would they be acting? Why am I so suspicious?
A robot walks into a bar, orders a drink, lays down a bill. The bartender says, hey we don't serve robots; and the robot says, oh but someday you will.
Boy wants a car from his Dad. Dad says, first you gotta cut that hair. Boy says, hey Dad Jesus had long hair; and Dad says that's right son but Jesus walked everywhere.
I love music. It's fantastic.
The classicist's theme is the recovery of the subjective mind, the healing of the subjective mind. Well, our courts are clogged with these minds.
