dread the milky coming of the day

NYC. Went here. Kit, someone stole DaDa bot. I am not shitting you. The tables, the words, the colors. Everything. Even worse, it was some kraut. Probably some slob German efficiency-art Robot, with glass eyes behind neandrathal frames who thought they were replicating lower-case god with silent plagarism. I seriously hope this registers with you.

Ouch, get off me bitch!! I live with a psycho. You suck at life.

Went to Gray’s Papaya. It made you sick. Hot dogs are made of squirrels and horses and shoes. I think it was the shoes part that did you in.

I had a lot of time on the bus. There were no distractions, just silence. I miss you (bold you). Even a turn for the worse twists into a turn for the best. I seriously hope this registers with you.

Came back, felt a little non-sensical, a little cryptic. You probably wouldn’t get it, even if you had been there.

PREPARE FOR YUPPIE DEATH MARCH.