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At the bus station, the first sober words I heard were: "Don't touch my dick, don't touch my knife."

Ah, New York.

Too much of you still smells like someone's washing yesterday's socks in last week's soup, but bless you for never trying. It's hard not to admire the brutal optimism of a city that houses 500 architects who've never built a building. Then there's the New York Time's Twitter-tale about the ailanthus tree that was fifteen feet long growing from the corner of a garage roof in the lower Bronx. It's rooted in and, apparently, living on "dust and roofing cinders."

Now there's a diet tip worth considering.


[Leo]

I Ate'nt Dead.

~Your Favorite(?) Darling

[Posted about 2-hours from dawn.]

Some fucking rats have chewed through my T1 line and I am not happy about it. Living off the good graces of cellular data until I can fix this shit.

[Daddy (Amadeus)]

I lie. No, they didn't.

[Attachment including decrypted emails.]

That was a lot a lot a lot a lot of layers to go through but I've been working on it nonstop except for forced sleep. Now I'm very hungry. send me some take out as a pressie.