the east side

overheard in nyc …

… Someone said …

… Geckos of a wet finger … 

… You mean fingers of a wet echo? …

… which is why I get so physical in my practice …

… They cut off his head — they threw it overboard … 

… Only two drops of datura to make you lose your mind forever …

… Who is feeding the pigeons yellow rice? …

… I need to focus on finding an exit from that maze …

… Was the message sent using standard encryption? …

… The future is the same …

… We are in the midst of a mass extinction event driven by humans …

… I wouldn’t say she’s ugly …

… Is that what I look like? …

… I still don’t have a job …

… and he’s saying: I’m not perfect — I’m not no saint — and meanwhile he’s robbing the shit out of you …

… Wait here, you need to stand in that line …

… They got the Legionnaires’ thing up on the east side …

… How am I safe here now? …

What I’m Reading:

Nothing is stranger to humans than their own image.

— Karel Čapek / Rossum’s Universal Robots

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About istsfor manity

i'm a truncated word-person looking for an assemblage of extracted teeth in a tent full of mosquitoes (and currently writing a novel without writing a novel word) and pulling nothing but the difficult out of the top hat while the bunny munches grass in the hallway. you might say: i’m thee asynchronous voice over in search of a film....
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