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It's the end of the world and we know it. The tiniest English. The Russian with the soft glittery blue collar has something stuck to her thin wide high heel. High wide and handsome. Deep and wide and tall. Hey. Do I know you. Is this where you live now. Do you live alone? Do you notice days when the world's on ice? She screamed a wild ascending lisp at every white van that passed. She modified the story of the van that was gaining on us so it happened on the way to her recital. I should have said I grew up on Sleepy Hollow Road. Ichabod Crane got a real job. Katrina got properly laid. Come to think of it, so did I. Started making a little too much noise, expressed eagerness when the balcony, the playground bridge, the pillar near Times Square were mentioned. Actually having sex outdoors near Times Square is probably Most Likely to Be Told 'That's Not Sexy.' Pimping your mom, or ragging her with Bobby McFerrin versions of porn soundtracks. Life is filled with choices. These donuts are filled with hot air and they taste like butane. Hot now, meet the long now. Not now. Box truck pulled by white van -- you cannot do that! Off the road now! And the parking lot by the Department of Energy filled with vans and trucks. I iced em. Then you pass the heap of flowers, as high as any New York fire company, and the red Thou Shalt Not Kill poster. The Safeway parking lot behind it, and me craving a grapefruit soda. Craven, I run into the booth and stare at the soda fridge a minute before asking where the tea is. Actually I don't want any, I'm just scared to stand by the pump. Aberdeen Proving Ground. Dates at the ends of poems, how summarily they deny the existence of the New York School. Which is a good thing, if you're born after Ron and Ted got to New York. That was the end of accurate rent.
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