at some decided upon hour the graffiti artists all convene to with gray paint-rollers add a fresh-start layer to walls of the subway stations...i think to surreptitiously get a haiku on a wall but find this act so trite, like what, start a movement? no thanks. i then find myself interacting with a lot of Koreans and being unenthused but feigning cooperation and amusement: one guy in a suit goes vocally through every section of Rushs Natural Science at lunch and tells me guitar is the glue of it all while i keep wanting to sit with a table behind me, another friend tries to tell me the two girls were with eating Dunkin Donuts bagels with that nasty almost window-display cheese on are interesting and atypical - one having to leave because she was allergic to a white pervasive flower which is not only ruining her current stay as its within the packets of sugars on the table but her return as a classical two-sided woodwind [and made out of wood] instrument virtuoso while her friend laughs about this which is a disconcerting notion of laughing at someones life falling apart which is something IRL i noticed all too frequently for comfort and the other working at Dunkin Donuts -, and me missing my train stop because another person im with who keeps resting his head on poles before he slumps to the floor in a fetal position and sprouts strange monkey-hair along his skin when faling...i for some reason equate him as a new member of King Crimson and think of asking to join the band as the 8th member not only to help him stay awake on stage but musically. then on a train i am known by everyone on board to eat and sample all the weekly allotments of meat-based soups which knowingly brings enjoyment to both sides asking for the Japanese-style chicken soup too from the guy with the container and ladle.
Posted on: Sun, 27 Oct 2013 11:34:46 +0000
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