ROBB TODD
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“No one is ever really alone. You are part of everything alive.”— William S. Burroughs, Queer
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“Malia and Sasha and a bunch of my friends and Michelle had sort of like a roast, a little private roast, each one of them read something and Malia...”
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“I’ve no light in me
but that I reflect of you.
You are stars to me.” -
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WHAT ELSE ARE YOU SUPPOSED TO DO IN THIS SITUATION?
All advice fails except this: Never trust anything that is orange that has eyes.
You might also try bacon as a bookmark. Be proud of your double standards because it is really hard to exist, especially in the City of Ids.
A man on the sidewalk said to an upset boy: “You know exactly what you’re doing. You’re making bad choices. Hey! One more of those and that’ll be another five minutes.” He took the boy’s hand and a sports utility vehicle ran over an empty plastic bottle. The bottle exploded. The cap shot off and hit a woman in the head and the boy sang, “Plip plop goes the poop!”
We ruin everything we like by just trying to get there.
WE WILL NEVER DIE JUST YET
This is important (and do not ever let someone who is successful at life tell you otherwise): There is a building near my office that was used as an exterior shot on a famous sitcom about a group of friends. It has been off the air for almost a decade but the show is syndicated. Tourists stand on the corner and take pictures of it. All day long. The show was not even filmed in this city. This is our culture. Tourists. Photos. All. Day. Long.
I took two pictures of food today. I do not have a healthy relationship with food nor money but I get along with liquid fine.
Remember when we saw the plane writing in the sky?
The approaching train sounded like lasers. On the train, a man with a torn jacket said to a little woman wearing a red coat, “Excuse me, miss. What day is it?”
She pulled her earbuds out. “Friday.”
He said thank you. At the next stop, he said, “One of these guys should give you a seat.”
She could not hear him. She had her earbuds in again.
“They should give you a seat!” He had an unopened can in his pocket, something to drink. “Is this 59th street?”
Another man said, “When it stops, bro.”
The man with the torn jack held out his hand with the cross dangling. “Could you spare a quarter?”
Outside the gym, a man walked past wearing green jeans. Does that mean anything to anyone any more?
Inside the elevator to the gym, a woman told another woman that she has a student whose name is pronounced “shu-thead” but it is not spelled that way. It has an I and no dash. The other woman laughed and said she has a student named La-Dasha, spelled La-Dasha, with a dash.
Inside the gym, a sweaty man wore a T-shirt that said, I HAVE DOUGHNUTS AT HOME. The view from the yoga studio is sick.
Outside the gym, two giant dump trucks stopped for a little old lady jaywalking with a cane, a pile of dead Chistmas trees near a no-parking sign. A blind man in white fur coat stood on the corner, tapping things. A little girl with a pink, rolling backpack stomped down the sidewalk making angry noises.
Relationships, my life, my feelings blahblah I do not know how it is for other people.
THIS IS HOW DIFFICULT IT IS TO BE A MODEL
Walked past a monk and past two Japanese women wearing ridiculous high heels and past a skinny blonde lady on a bike with humongous black headphones and past an old homeless dude with a tan with a folding chair with a bushy white mustache with a bouquet of flowers wrapped in paper and plastic and past a photo shoot and past a guy with a mic beat-boxing for change and I rang a bell on a bicycle chained to a sign post and the people in front of me moved out of the way.
SWING DOWN, SWEET CHARIOT STOP AND LET ME RIDE
This car is patriotic as FUCK! Look, eagles are already mega-patriotic and American flags are ultra-patriotic so when our best bird gets a face tattoo of a the stars and stripes it really kinda explodes patriotism to epic proportions.
U! S! A!
(Even though the car is an import.)
NATIONAL PIGEON DAY
They are like angels that eat trash. Today really is National Pigeon Day so find a way to celebrate without getting pooped on.
