It is the music that hits just as you began to realize you are having a good moment. It catches your hips and makes them move before your brain can catch up and before you know it you are walking your dancing partner quietly into the atrium of everything and two more steps into now.

Every now and again you catch yourself having a good time then continue to fall all over your feet, stumbling into the past only to thrust your self back into the future, following your feet as they kick up dust into the stars creating contrails of nebulas in your wake. 

 For you are but a probe that is dancing in my space.

Writing pages of ink with your feet all across my great pictures.

Your soul stamps them well.

You are the art that adorns the inside of my heart. My ears ring and ten bucks latter I am three of the same T-shirts heavy.

I just had another great NYC weekend with my girl. She came up Friday night and we did the Chinese food and movie thing. Up early for a Saturday and Google-ing NYC street fairs. Perfect 8th Ave. between 14th and 23rd, we put on our Saturdays best being sure to wear a long sleeve just in case, all of the Andrew Jacksons I have into the wallet and we were out the door.  It was really kind of cool to exit out the 23rd street station to be welcomed by white tents containing all of lifes’ little things. First stop the sunglass hut, I got two for Ten and she shopped but didn’t buy. I have never seen so much jewelry in my life until I met Chrissy, not that she wears a ton but god damn do we look at a lot! So I steped away for a smoke and meandered my way to one of the other 300  Three-4-$Ten posters. Now $20 bucks down on the second block of the fair, how many streets is this again?

Why is it that when the DJ guy at a street fair plays one good song I go over and buy three CD’s that I have never heard of before? I ask the Guy what he recommends and then pick my own “Acapella  South Africa”  “Zouk” and “African Talking Drums” All great! $45 down, ouch… I did well for the next 4 streets or so only buying a pocket journal made from bamboo, a pink pink lemonade and breaking a five for some mother of at least that many. Chrissy  did really well at refraing, she spent $18 and walked out with four sets of ear rings an two cool hand made belts. $68 bucks and we still hadn’t eaten…

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