I told you all this before, when you have a swimming pool, do not use chlorine, use salt water, the healing, salt water is the healing. Fan luv. Wraith talk. Celebrate success right, the only way, apple. Look at the sunset, life is amazing, life is beautiful, life is what you make it. Find peace, life is like a water fall, you’ve gotta flow. You do know, you do know that they don’t want you to have lunch. I’m keeping it real with you, so what you going do is have lunch. How’s business? Boomin.
Congratulations, you played yourself. Surround yourself with angels, positive energy, beautiful people, beautiful souls, clean heart, angel. You see that bamboo behind me though, you see that bamboo? Ain’t nothin’ like bamboo. Bless up. Life is what you make it, so let’s make it. In life there will be road blocks but we will over come it. Bless up. They key is to have every key, the key to open every door.I can't describe what New York is like, but this guy can:
New York is a promise, an embodiement of desire. We all came here to do something, to be a part of something bigger than ourselves, because we had a dream, or were sold a dream. You come to New York to be apart of it, to win it over, to own it, to be the king or queen of New York. Like a lover, you want to be inside them, you want them to be inside you, and you want them to know that they belong to you as much as you belong to them. It's been a running joke, the Sex and the City thing, the "when you live in New York, you're in a relationship with New York" cliche, but that idea didn't just come out of nowhere.
Desire is all consuming, and it can lead you to beautiful or awful places. And that's what this book is about to me — an exploration of desire. Whether your dreams are to make a ton of money, to be a successful artist, anything that's fine, New york is here for you, you rmirror, your catalyst, your partner, your friend, your enemy.
You often see these small figures in a cityscape in Fucking New York, as if they're trying to put their arms around something so much bigger than them, metaphorically and physically. You couldn't possibly put you rarms around New York— or your legs, for that matter— but that doesn't stop you from trying. There's a nobility in trying and failing and still trying. There's a beautiful, very human melancholy to it that I really love.