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Friday, February 7

orange is not the only fruit

yellow alert

orange alert

sheesh i feel like i'm in some sick kid's game

what's next?

Marco

Polo

or Simon Says

but so ok, we're now on orange alert

and we're just supposed to go about our lives like nada is wrong

ok..hmmm well i'm guessing i'll be okay in the east village since all the buildings are small, there's no major economic symbols (less you count the drug dealers)
and no particularly major symbol of americana (less you count charlie parker's house)...

but just what exactly are we supposed to do to prepare ourselves

heard on the news that you're supposed to have an emergency procedure practiced

how would that go exactly?

let's say for instance botulism is released all around you

"kids now don't breathe...whatever you do, mommy says don't breathe!"

or how bout a bomb takes out one of our major bridges?

"Um driver...would you mind shutting the meter off.."

I mean hello! This is not our parents war. This is not about air raids and bomb shelters.

It's about chemicals, air born disease, planes flying into sky scrapers..

How exactly do you prepare for that?

Buy tons of water?

hmm okay, well at least in the event of nuclear war we won't be thirsty
and speaking of nuclear

could someone please for the love of god someone tell our president
that the word is not pronounced

NUCULAR

sheesh

i think if i hear him say that one more time
im gonna go NUCULAR


anyway
so here we are
in orange land

our hearts a twitter
anxiety floating in the air

and we do exactly the only thing we can do

we go on

turn on the TV

pour a glass of wine

order stir fry

clip our toe nails

whatever

hey if I'm dying
i'm dying with short toe nails