Who goes here?

The Try Me's

(He's playing hard to pet.)

Some great piercings...

Do you have an animal in there?


Yellow lights
Foreign books
Arm-in-arms
A map of nooks


Vestigial sweaters

(I don't use those words.)

The Iconettes

Emails from robot poets.

I like when games take place too late for this edition.


The stuff they fed us...

Unwinding wires

Bands:
-The Obvious
-Accidents of Birth

Neon pizza guy.

This whole thing needs to be redone.

Metaphors for Impotence.

Once again, Night saves the Day.

(I'd like to grind her lenses.)

I skipped most of it

Aquaman-like

And here is where I fell in love with the cheese Danish.

(A Hot & Crusty in the corner of Grand Central Terminal)

A salad of dubious greens.

(Not so All-American.)

Women buying pipes

How about those thick black straws?

Monsters of the malt shop.

Those crazies missed you.

Is this enough?

He was as dull as a bank.
(Also as assuring.)

Get pixelated!

Disbelief is as tough as belief

These foggy ballfields.

I threw a coin and
wished to see ripples.


Band: The Minor Accomplishments


That hotel smell...in your house!

To me it's all that street.


(Say a blessing over the people saying blessings over things.)

The week took me off

I could live in that hat.

This plaza and me--we have a history.

The consolation of model railroad details.

Band: The Acrylics

Quartet: The I Feel Sorry Four


(I'd like to crunch her numbers.)

Your sphere or mine?

I'd like to bundle her software.

When the clean is worse than the dirt.

Our interplanetary reputation.

The West Side night clubs.

(I can't believe I watched the whole thing.)

Wildly educated

The greatest blank of our generation.

Portaits of museum life: Portraits

Forks as sculpture.

(I'd like to improve her business district.)

Why the beach?

Meaningful initials.

Outgrowing a brand.

Be wary of: "At least he's honest."

"This isn't a competition."
(He was out of breath when he said it.)

The Empty Restaurants

It's On Me

Bemusement park

Nickname: Old Soda

Bands: The Temporaries
White Guilt

Let's meet by the old ball bearing factory.

I'd like to tune her fork.

(It's a little late in the game for snacks.)