what's the DAR?

black eyed susans because i am from the suburbs, and it is august.


i stole this from raymi the minx's boyfriend fil's (hey greg nichols, "fil"!!!!!!!), pix. credit to you, mr.

cricket (cage) because i am from the suburbs, and it is august; but i only hear crickets in the like, city hall park on my way home from work, so i need to capture on and put it in a cage, and feed it grass, and take it to work with me, and get fired. neil kelley keeps crickets or something, or so he claims.

it is too hard to find a happy looking cricket in a cage though. i guess i plan on weaving the cage myself.

every morning i read in this graveyard. it is full of black eyed susans, a hardy daisy. when you go to work early, ie 7:30, you avoid throngs of fuck faces staring at you on the train, walking like neanderthals, criss crossing and zig zagging all over your emotions. this graveyard is at wall st. and broadway. it is between the american stock exchange and borders. famous men are buried there, men who commanded warships in the american revolution, warships named things like "hornet", against british warships named things like "peacock". their bones are actually there. it is interesting to think about the kinds of people these were. at lunch, i read harper's in borders. after work i walk to union square because i hate the train at 5:45. i stretch my flat-lands walking muscles. i eat dinner somewhere, or take it on the train. i get home, i turn on the air conditioner and eat and read. i fall asleep. i wake up. it's a strange life. i only have one pair of earrings. they are small dark green hearts made out of transluscent plastic over crumpled tin foil, posts.