August 15, 2003
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when youre a boy, some days are tough, lying on your bed playing punk rock and stuff...
though im no new york city boy, ill leave that one to lee garr, i am rather savvy in the style of the urbane sophisticate. lead me to water and i shall, proverbially speaking of course, drink. my body is up and ready to read between the sheets. if you feel the deal is real, youre a new york city boy...so young, so run into new york city.
sorta sums it up...on one level at least.
dickcarter, meet me in the middle
postum scrotum: to benefit dunazade, im still right here, giving blood, keeping faith
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Good to see you posting again
How's that new job going?
fabulous intro to that angst ridden but kooky drama of your life now available in book form.
cant wait to see the trailers!
xo
queenie
I used to be a NYC boy, I was just telling someone about how I would ride the subways, pop up at W 57 St go to Fiorucci, pass the big 9, and wander around, go back down to the Sheridan Square stop, and stare at a pink townhouse, and watch the little old lady come and go, and then go to the bars and get shit faced drunk, and try NOT to end up in Staten Island.
hahahahha on the postum scrotum.
MyKi-- cojones lover.
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