Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Saturday, April 11, 2009

bffs

Sullivan sighed, but he did not argue. "I think I'll miss you, Jonathan" was all he said.

"Sully, for shame!" Jonathan said in reproach, "and don't be foolish! What are we trying to practice every day? If our friendship depends on things like space and time, then when we finally overcome space and time we've destroyed our own brotherhood. But overcome space and all we have is here, and overcome time and all we have left is now. And in the middle of here and now, don't you think we might see each other once or twice?"

Sullivan Seagull laughed in spite of himself. "You crazy bird," he said kindly.

Monday, April 6, 2009

dijon smelly

is a person's actual name. i sometimes photocopy their legal documents. if the situation calls, i hand number them with stickers that say shit like "1" and "459."

Friday, March 27, 2009

resonance

stitched to the back of a leather jacket on the el: "love kills slowly"

spray painted in northern liberties: "julie i hope your plane crashes"

Friday, March 13, 2009

Saturday, March 7, 2009

Spring in Philadelphia

"my dick is as hard as steel" 


-  9th & chestnut

Friday, March 6, 2009

OVERHEARD @CH

I'M NOT GOING TO TOUCH  YOUR FUCKING RASH.

Thursday, March 5, 2009

babes on the train/ "Hay baby let me get you a token"

this goes out to all the honeys getting on at the Girard stop, and to all the ladies who ride the trolley with them tight jeans. Y'all look real good with those boots on, and that red hat is lovely. Thank you to non ugs wearin female majority, it makes it easier for me to ride the train like david putty and to ignore the fact that I am currently on a B train.


"i can't tell if this car is on fire, because girl, you are smokin"


Sunday, March 1, 2009

Friday, February 27, 2009

A man sat on a pothole but no steam was rising and it wasn't even that cold out. He was taking notes. I crept behind him and fixed myself in a blind spot over his shoulder. It looked like how the sign guy sounded. He didn't proceed down the page with sentences and then paragraphs but instead scribbled in every direction across his paper. He caught sight of me in his periphery and asked, "What the fuck are you looking at?"

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

overheard @ 16th btwn chestnut + walnut

on a cell phone:

"motherfucker! you're making me so mad that i'm screaming at you! and all these people are looking at me like i'm a fucking crazy!"
Roommate #4 is moving in her boxes as I type.

OVERHEARD @ CH

"i think your mom would like me




if i was not drunk."