ex-boyfriend, ex-husband, ex'd lives as if they don't occasionally intrude in your dreams driving a black Lincoln Continental saying that the World's Fair has parked next to the apartment in Soho "it was a perfect love" and still the sun casts shadows from the Mock Orange tree on the blinds, and it's 9 a.m. I'll say it: a mockery and time is relative. or pigeon-holed to each consciousness and somewhere two stars implode(d) together What happened to the need to turn inside-out i don't have it Nice visit with C. in the Windmill salmon artichoke manchego cheese frittata; our lines converge again, at Staff of Life "This is the last time I'll shop here," a woman says wanting the clerk to ask "Why?" "I just can't afford it anymore.." There. She said it, needs to say it, I want to say it too, but I decide to splurge a whole nine bucks, so WTF. This town is beautiful in the sun. Shorts and hoodies: the local costume. I eat my vegetable puffs with Sriracha rooster sauce.