lost in the supermarket

amidst skyscraper national park
(aka the Kurt Vonnegut National Concrete Reserve)

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According to the New York City Transit Rules of Conduct Section 1050.9: "Photography, filming or video recording in any facility or conveyance is permitted except that ancillary equipment such as lights, reflectors or tripods may not be used...." Take that, undercover transit cops!

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Patrick McGoohan's undeniable greatness invariably stems from the fact that he was born in my neighborhood. Maybe even down the street from here. Maybe "the village" is in actuality Astoria.



In that case the floaty roving menacing bubblie is clearly a metaphor for the N train: slow and deadly. In this artful metaphor, kabob dude on Broadway is Number Two. This is because he fights the evil hunger. Who is Number One?

MCGOOHAN!

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The office is a supersleepy place.

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Sleepy. Like PhoebeCat. She enjoys exposing her soft fluffy underbelly to would-be predators.


Smelly Cat

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