*update II* 1:10pm
couldn't sleep. really it was only until like 12:30pm when I really went deep deep deep there. she's there again. -THEN- the phone. I realized the guy that calls me w/the last minute freelance work doesn't just call me in the morning, he calls me during REM state.
thinking about being like a sardine in that tiny club and smashed against this person and that and how my world, once again, is very strange and not so strange w/celebs (maybe) and models (maybe) and good people (definitely) and we're giggling about the whole thing (absolutely).
*update I* 6:38am
whoa. unexpected new york erupts into fun beyond fun. the show was full of ass-movement and screams and insisting for more. cab ride to Tonic for some "shoes-in-the-dryer"-sounding dj action. good songs but skills? ooohh...no.
then to Passerby for the late-late w/DJ Harvey. Ran into one of my studio pets. He, bobbing his head behind the DJ...great times, I bought a round. People dancing on the bar, close in and elbows flying, models and shmoes hand in hand, shhhh, smoking in a bar in NY! Got a kiss for giving a cigarette and a light. She said, "Say: I am the light, it is fire you seek!" and that was that.
then we hopped into a random limo that seemed it was about to fall to bits...8-of-us...screaming as the thing buckled and screached around the city. late-late at a house for ping pong and _________________. Sleep will be nice and unexpected. Oh, look, here comes the sun
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I'm cold. but I'm good. just walked from TriBeCa to SoHo in the wind. Weirdo women that look like they're probably models -- models look strange in person, they look better I think -- I like weird and flawed. everyone out, saturday in the dark evening with hustle and bustle bridge and tunnel shopping weekend style for cheap gifts on Canal, with the continental drift to Soho for the high dollar window shop gallery haunt they do it that way. walk with a purpose through the new new york..
no thinking
no dancing
no smoking
just drinking.
booooo...
new york was fun once. I think it will be fun tonight, but the "guided acticvity" kinda fun that would find you here now exists where you know where to look.
you need to be here. the snow does not. you make me laugh. a lot.
couldn't sleep. really it was only until like 12:30pm when I really went deep deep deep there. she's there again. -THEN- the phone. I realized the guy that calls me w/the last minute freelance work doesn't just call me in the morning, he calls me during REM state.
thinking about being like a sardine in that tiny club and smashed against this person and that and how my world, once again, is very strange and not so strange w/celebs (maybe) and models (maybe) and good people (definitely) and we're giggling about the whole thing (absolutely).
*update I* 6:38am
whoa. unexpected new york erupts into fun beyond fun. the show was full of ass-movement and screams and insisting for more. cab ride to Tonic for some "shoes-in-the-dryer"-sounding dj action. good songs but skills? ooohh...no.
then to Passerby for the late-late w/DJ Harvey. Ran into one of my studio pets. He, bobbing his head behind the DJ...great times, I bought a round. People dancing on the bar, close in and elbows flying, models and shmoes hand in hand, shhhh, smoking in a bar in NY! Got a kiss for giving a cigarette and a light. She said, "Say: I am the light, it is fire you seek!" and that was that.
then we hopped into a random limo that seemed it was about to fall to bits...8-of-us...screaming as the thing buckled and screached around the city. late-late at a house for ping pong and _________________. Sleep will be nice and unexpected. Oh, look, here comes the sun
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I'm cold. but I'm good. just walked from TriBeCa to SoHo in the wind. Weirdo women that look like they're probably models -- models look strange in person, they look better I think -- I like weird and flawed. everyone out, saturday in the dark evening with hustle and bustle bridge and tunnel shopping weekend style for cheap gifts on Canal, with the continental drift to Soho for the high dollar window shop gallery haunt they do it that way. walk with a purpose through the new new york..
no thinking
no dancing
no smoking
just drinking.
booooo...
new york was fun once. I think it will be fun tonight, but the "guided acticvity" kinda fun that would find you here now exists where you know where to look.
you need to be here. the snow does not. you make me laugh. a lot.
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i had a dream with you in it but i can't remember what it was about