Monday Monday
It's early morning, it's become hoodie weather again. I'm starting to notice the strange consistancy of the quietness of Hart st. There's always sleep hours. I don't see any reason to sleep but they put me to sleep with soundwaves. There's something very wrong about that. Something in the sequence of placing myself upon the pedestool of being prepared to create the next artistic work of genius, the amazement that Williamsburg needs to save it and then the nothingness attempts to prevent this. This I will not allow. It is much like the naming of a Tabitha queen in a realm of green.blue.red it's very specific and very much implosive to their devises. Yes I am on a television show, and yesterday on the show you watched as at Yo La Tango I failed to pick up a girl but did greatly enjoy myself. Yo La Tango also agreed with me on the situation in Williamsburg. They're thinking of closing McCarren Pool. They're also thinking of closing Williamsburg it seems