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Any bars in Greenpoint that would let me set up a dj set for a party?

He got up earlier than usual. The F train, inconsistent as always. so he took the scenic route; the B train. Over the bridge, he thought himself a tourist.

Work was fine. A coworker confessed of his anger over the war. He’s familiar with confession. He doesn’t like his own thoughts so he collects others.

At lunch, he said a few jokes; got a few laughs. He this he’s funny.

That’s enough for the day. He bolted home.

Oh, and he thought of her too; all day, actually.

It’s 12:21 AM. Each lyric sifts through my emotions, record by record, tuning my spirit. At the juncture of love and departure, I find myself checking for directions in the pages of others.
A sampled sax interrupts the melody, a jolt of sunlit days and echoing laughter. Keepsakes of another time, with another person, in another room.

People hate jazz.
I used to like that song.
I wish I still did.

There’s new music every Friday.

It’s 12:21 AM. The room’s dimness is broken only by the lamp’s soft glow, casting shadows over the tangled wires scattered across my desk and floor. Each lyric sifts through my emotions, record by record, tuning my spirit. At the juncture of love and departure, I find myself checking for directions in the pages of others.
A sampled sax interrupts the melody, a jolt of sunlit days and echoing laughter. Keepsakes of another time, with another person, in another room. People hate jazz, but they just haven’t found the rhythm in their chaos. I used to like that song. I wish I still did.
There’s new music every Friday.

I could say you weren’t good for me / I could say it was for the best / I could say I think about you everyday / I could say all the things you want me to say / But you wouldn’t listen anyway /

I blew us to bits because I knew I had to. /

Enough conviction to see it through, /

to double down. Missing the comfort, /

settling for what’s true.

Are you as obsessed with me as I am with you? We’re done but we never started. I text again and again and again. Scattered bits of obsessions, flooded with details, sweeping away the leftover debris of my love.

Hi all, just wanted to say that I failed L1 and plan on holding off til I have more time to study. Don’t beat yourself up, you learned a lot. I’ve been using all that I’ve learned at work and have performed better. It’s just a test, the knowledge is what matters.

What took me hours can now be done in a minute. I’ve got a big test coming so gonna study and I’ll present the bot in a month 😈

Love is but a dangerous lie of a time where we believe we just might be as vulnerable as we would like. Able to unleash the frustrations of life, to curl up in the arms of a loved one, to take a deep breath, to let lie the tears held in, to feel everting feeling in that moment, and to be accepted.

I’m tired, exhausted, and a man who’s just a boy.

To sit back and listen to the songs I used to love. To lay and speak what’s on my mind, all that streams for you to find. For you to listen and not mind.

But I must get back up, Be the man I need to be To find the woman that accepts the boy.