so, after a drink and a puff puff i said pass, puff puff, pass, the only real decision is whether to be stoic or epicurean? but also who cares? especially when you high. ah, but i remember, i said i remember some sweet spot of the grand central parkway a parkway yaya, but you might as well be walking, but nontheless and nevermore, when i used to be a working whore - whore for the man, you know, the MAN, th traffic would stop at this one spot, oh holy of holys, the one-spot that looked for miles, and in the darkened traffic winter nights i would stare off into those distant lights and dream i could see the ocean at the end. HA, so even in the in-between, the coney island of the mind tosses me a hot dog and the hot dog says "live in excess" and i say ok as i bite it, for who am i to argue with a hot dog?Birth sign: Cancer
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