I exist lost, Uncompromisingly well-off. I’m never first, but Always at the trough.
I exist lost, Uncompromisingly well-off. I’m never first, but Always at the trough.
“The State” “My Wild Mind” “I Float”
Art: Superstructure Turnaround, Chapters 5-10 Argument: Privacy, Overcrowding and an interview with Mr. Mike, a Ukranian OTB
The Brooklyn New York Times Out Loud with Jonny Gowanus provides a unique mix of Argument and Literature. The argument stems from current events, as well as those political legal, philosophical and religious topics your momma told you to steer clear of at cocktail parties. The literature is original poetry, stories, drama, music and...
The house stood strong year after year, generation after generation. One generation, marriage, kids, new generation, marriage kids. And the house stood strong and still. Until that ugly day when the next of the new generations moved in next door. The beauty of Brooklyn remains that among the many possible Brooklyns, there is just...
Ishkabibble sits at a restaurant table happy to be eating flavorful Indian food. The waitress comes to the table and asks for his order. Ishkabibble relays his order and adds, “And please, keep the spices down. I can’t take too many spices, so give it to me mild.” The waitress’ lip curls-up a touch...
Ishkabibble jumps onto a fence by the park. He spins himself around to land in a seated position. During the maneuver, Ishkabibble sees a nine-foot tall man in a suit buying an ice cream cone. As Ishkabibble lands in the seated position, the man turns with two scoops of fresh ice cream on a...
Scene 1 “I demand to see the judge,” bellows Cravet Blythe, a sharp dressed civil plaintiff’s attorney. “I demand a reporter to take the minutes and I want you to personally tell the judge that you deem it acceptable to invade the privacy of my client.” Cravet spins quickly around and begins to stride...
Scene 11 Fur-Elise chimes in. “Who’s at the door?” asks Luze. “I suppose if I knew, I’d say, ‘hey, it’s so-and-so’, or some such comment, now wouldn=t I?” Cravet chuckles. “I’m glad you amuse yourself,” bemoans Luze. “I’ll get it,” Cravet notes and walks out of the kitchen and into the foyer, where he...