Cheap thrills walking over the Long Island Expressway, one of the main arteries pumping people through the boroughs, in and out day after day. I have dreamt of this highway becoming over-run by voluptuous patches of grass.

With this close-comet-collision-call, I’m thinking about the end of the world & what I will be thinking about when that time comes. I imagine that I’d be afraid & uncomfortable. I guess you gotta roll with it and deal with death when he comes knockin’.

Every night, I must perform as if the world is ending. I think that’s the key…


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