Monday, March 28, 2011

2008-10-06 - 3:40 p.m.

It depends on what song is playing or if I've smoked enough pot but sometimes I feel like I'm washed over with inspiration just from the site of hard lines in industrial Redhook Brooklyn from the inside of an elevated F train subway car and I wonder if everybody feels this or if it's just me never-minding the world for an instant to slide into a gigantic ball pit, suspended on all angles by the recognition that I will, in fact, be OK.

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