"I celebrate myself, and sing myself,/And what I assume you shall assume,/For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.//I loafe and invite my soul,/I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass."
Thursday, March 12, 2009
In the Fulton/DeKalb Fort Greene-Flatbush area
Where lately I've been working. Rates have gone up since. Four and twenty blackbirds. O, very brev indeed! The irony here is too much.
Rates have gone up since.
Four and twenty blackbirds.
O, very brev indeed! The irony here is too much.
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