Cail's profile

out here its so obvious that the road has just been laid upon the earth, in other places it seems as though it is a natural part of the landscape as though the tarmac has grown from the brush as if part of its evolution.

Edie cries for everyone, thrown into bins Dylan cried the blues Joni parted yellow curtains At The Chelsea this afternoon overpaid prophets, socialites and sattelites collide. Take me away bring me back to that Chelsea. Broken free will combusts, change your frame, carry a shudder but hold on so tight, grasp irrelevant notions. Keep everything at bay, when the facade crumbles you'll fall apart. Nothing keeps you up. When you were living in The Chelsea I would walk by everyday. When the glamou...

Your hedonistic desires replaced by a gonz0-journalism truth while you stand at the precipice, crying at the high-water mark. you're not alone, a whole generation of alma matter hopefuls gather here to stare at the place where kerouac could write ten novels leave me here to waste energy on hedonistic, wave-crest fantasy far rom the sting of a breaking point.