The Buddha is a new year
New Years has come and gone. My resolution: to do the best I can. Either this is a bold step forward or a desperate regression to some sort of kindergarten mentality. I figure it's a win-win.
New Years itself was a gas - Jeffy has a gorgeous apartment in Hells Kitchen, from which you have a great few of Times Square's ass. Thus, we watched the ball ( Read more... )
New Years itself was a gas - Jeffy has a gorgeous apartment in Hells Kitchen, from which you have a great few of Times Square's ass. Thus, we watched the ball ( Read more... )
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I live in garden city now, but I would not be opposed to doing something one day... I know we've made vague plans in the past to "hang out!" but seriously. I also enjoy books! poetry! music! and drinking! or not drinking! my life is a pretty busy mess, or a busy pretty mess? but I know how boring it is to be bored.
also, I read your poem. it's so lovely! very well done for its intention. I wish I could ever write a poem like that and be totally sincere about it. every love poem I've ever written always has a tinge of bitterness or detachment... I hope to get over that! your poem feels quite genuine. the only problem is, how can you read the poem if it's on paper links? I understand the symbolism (which I like a lot) but if I were getting it as a gift, I'd want to look and it and read it!
finally, yes, coffee is delicious.
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And I realized the same issue with the paper chain, and so I'm presenting a hard copy of the poem along with the chain itself. Not that elegant, but damn if it isn't functional.
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