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2002-12-22 - 1:47 p.m. yesterday kastoory & i were in the city. we were headed towards chelsea from the lower east side because i wanted to show off my kinko's boy; we were switching from the L to the 1/9, walking through the passageway at 14th street. at the top of the stairs, there was this guy and we both stopped in our tracks. he was middle-aged, and wearing what looked like a sheet that had been spray-painted gold. he was holding a 3-stringed violin that was also painted gold, and holding a gold bow. a live parakeet was perched on top, just sitting there calmly as the guy waved it in the air. he was sweating, his eyes were closed and it looked like he was going to start crying. but he was waving his bow, like he was conducting something, and every so often he'd touch his violin with it, not making any noise. the bird pretended everything was normal. we stood there, transfixed and i honestly forgot that anything else was happening. the entire world was this guy, in the subway, with his bird and "broken" violin and i don't ever, ever want to forget. see i knew this wouldn't do it justice. later we were talking about it and kastoory said, "i can just tell that in his head, he was making the most beautiful music ever, you know?" and i do know, i do. fucking phenomenal. my horoscope says my days like this are coming to an end, which makes me appreciate them more. i found a pair of vans in williamsburg, on the street, perfect except for the holes in the sole & the fact that somebody put a used condom wrapper in one of them. eww! i like carrots and i like you. my dad made me go to church today. it wasn't as traumatic as i thought it would be, mainly because i zoned out. although being in a church always makes me think about going to hell. and (for those of you who don't know me in person, i have a tendency to wear pants that reveal my asscrack)my brother dropped a pen in my asscrack today! nast! and these sentences are.
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