Keyneck, New Jersey

Late-summer poolishness. 

Beyond my school walls. 

Like the Moscow subway

A dollar's worth of happiness. 

Pity she's not a whore.

(I'd like to eat in her sukkah.)

(Now I'm wishing I'd lugged that spinach kugel back...)

Finish this sentence

Miracle skirt.

Sweeping the walk

In front of the shop.

Stop reading labels. 

With a line like that...

Girl with tripod

Woman with short hair, kid and cordless drill. 

They're literally laying pipe in the middle of Lorimer St. 

He's arguably our generation's greatest arguer. 

"Do-gooder" as a pejorative. 

(I wear a beard, baseball cap and sunglasses to disguise myself as a celebrity in disguise.)

You are so beautiful and sweaty

(I'll leave that to our nation's screenwriters.)

I think he knows

Small market stuff

Band: Those Guys Are The Real Heroes

The old office supply stores of Midtown.

The cemetery by the highway. 

The creepy "Donate your car" ads.

Sensationalist program: When Analogies Collapse

The Threw Aways

Specialist in disaster branding.

How the price of copies has held pretty steady.

Look at him--the headphones, the blond tousle, the backpack, the designer plaid (mostly the tousle)...

(I'd like to Harmon his Killebrew.)

A revival of Broken Hope?

You keep up with Loland, yes?

...a song about them half-sleeves, and how they're so well worn. 

Sandwich capabilities

DJ Head Hurtz

I'd like to Jenna her von Oÿ.

Wasn't my idea.

Plus, she was reading The Last Tycoon.

Band: Beautiful Sos

The way of all cash-

I'm back on Pop Rocks

Chicks like that have an obligation to cause accidents.

Motto: From many, what?

How you can smell even the length of mown grass...


Signed,
Mary from Baraboo