Bowery Club of Poetry.

Oh, you pig.

Oh, I’m the pig?!

Art is my Weapon

The Door in the Wall.

The Woods

Rue du Grand Large in New York. 

                    
Wesley.

Art disappearing.

In Sleep. Ended 2011 with 62 Hauntings.

Always knew, always feared. Always knew you’d be leaving and disappear on me.

Creeps Night Out in Brooklyn.

Gotham- vandalized with your Absence.

“I couldn’t wait to let you go. Couldn’t wait to say goodbye” she lied, smiling. Always smiling.

“Some point in the past few weeks it stopped being the hopeful kind of sadness. The sadness that just takes time. And I’m left with something permanent now, some structure of emptiness and pretend that’s simply not going away.”

Happy New Years, in the dirt.

“She swung around. In her fairytale Home with her fairytale man. Never did anyone know that before she got here she was someone else. In a far away land, with a different Name and a hole in her chest.”

Why yes, this is a mustache onesie.

I think that time is a vicious son of a bitch. I think circumstances suck. I think I should have seen this two years ago. I would like to think something would be different now and Anton wouldn’t have married safety instead of adventure.

It’s Bandit, in a Hat.

New York City.

Dear New York. You feel good. Your air is crisp. You actually have the ability to make me smile and pretend for a while that it’s not an insincere smile. You’re not Los Angeles. But you’re New York. And I still feel like I am Home whenever I’m here.

Dear Rebecca. You’re the first and only person in this world I can be around 24/7 for days and days and days and still miss the split-second we have to separate. Thanks for being the best person to ever be part of my life. I love you so much.

Dear pretty bearded white guys. I like y’all.

Dear cute Lady in the Schooltastic store on Mercer. Thanks for being so sweet even though I didn’t find the Raccoon on Broadway.

Dear cute Vegas Magician Look-a-like in the Halloween Store on Broadway and 11th. Thanks for being just as sweet even though I couldn’t find the Raccoon one block uptown either.

Dear Folkmanis Puppets. Your Wolf in the sheepskin stole my Heart. Your Fox already did weeks ago. But your Raccoon is like a treasure not to be found.

Dear Big Raccoon. I love you. I know it’s being said way too often by people who could never mean it the way i do. But I hardly ever say it when I talk about you. I love you. There was no goodbye and my heart never hurt as much as it does now. I don’t understand this life. Don’t understand why it lets me bump into you over and over but under circumstances so destroying they just leave me lifeless every time. The helplessness is devastating. There is nothing I can do. Nothing I can say. Other than I love you and that you’ll always be my you no matter how much you pained me in the past and will pain me in the future.

Dear Shannon. Wow, that last day sucked. Don’t ya think?!

Dear honeyfaces of SoHo. Yes I’m eating Hersheys Chocolate and drinking Snapple Mango Madness on the streets of Honeyfaceparadise. So what? You get to fuck my man. I get to eat your chocolate.

Dear Girl next to the Owl. You don’t have to feel better just because I’m not good enough. That superior sneering laugh is still echoing inside of me. But honestly, as much as it might have hurt, I feel sorry for you ‘cause he’ll be a memory long gone in a few days. He will hardly ever mean anything to you…not the way he’ll forever be with me one way or another.

Dear absolutely adorable Lumberjack on Elizabeth. I wanted to talk to you. But your two friends were supercreepy. So I left.

Dear Latino Guys. No.

Dear Black Hip Hop Dudes. No. And Yes, my hair indeed is red.

Dear iPod. When I was waiting for the F train at 2nd Ave you played “Razor Girl” by Hush Hush. Thank You.

Dear Bedford Avenue. Adopt me.

Dear Guy on Bedford Ave. I was in fact not trying to flirt. But you wore those white Reebokshoes with blue and red stripes.

Dear Black Women. Stop staring at me. There is nothing I want that you want. Except for if it looks like this http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lvcsi6g4JC1qg6fo1o1_500.jpg

Dear ‘TIOAOMFTSYD’ Posters. Tomorrow I will make sure the last bits and pieces of you will vanish from the Streets. There is no need for you to be on display when there’s no more haunting in SoHo.

Dear You. I hope you’re happy…I hope everything a stranger can hope for another stranger…

What happens here is me making a fool of myself. I’m glad the quality sucks ass.
But…what I really wanna say is- Thank you Drummerkiddo. Without you…you know…what would this be without you <3 Not to mention the fact that it wouldn’t even have happened in the first place anyway…

Now, what happens HERE is…just me hiding behind this man. SUCCESS! SUCCESS! SUCCESS! My life is a SUCCEEEESSS!