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About New York City

Angry, I get! Society, bah—judges them harsh, but survival, it is! DNA don’t care bout morals, just replication. Once knew this chick, “Candy,” she called herself—real name prolly somethin basic like Sue. Worked near a lab I crashed at, late nights, pipettin enzymes. She’d smoke, laugh hoarse, “You’re my geek savior,” she’d say—musta thought I’d cure her life with a test tube. Sad, it made me, her spark fadin like ATP runnin dry. “Amour” hits here— “You’re slipping away,” he tells her, helpless. Same deal, watchin Candy dissolve.

About Bothell

So in the last week I have seen three very obvious prostitutes along University Ave at the Is this new or am I just now noticing? These are right out of some movie: short skirts, high heels, Missing: Bothell East.

The parks here – oh, the parks! Like Evergreen Park, where you chill and let your soul breathe. It’s got a little stream that almost whispers stories, like fragments of quotes from that awesome film, Synecdoche, New York – “I could be a mountain, a trunk…” I dunno, man, it just hits different when you combine art with nature.

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