the size debate


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the size debate


the size debate

So Manhattan...how big are you, huh?

So Manhattan...how big are you, huh?

 
 

Manhattan

Is shaped

      Like a penis

Like a

delicate

Flaccid

Penis

 

It's the penis of New York and it's my favorite of all the boroughs

 

There's this ongoing debate about how big New York's Penis is

whether that blobby thing next to that's Brooklyn slash Queens

is the testicles

 

one of my friends says that that would make Manhattan a grower

because noone's ever seen it hard

but it's Manhattan

land of skyscrapers and excitement

and so we have trouble imagining

that it's always just dangling there and looking pretty

 

Other people think that the Bronx are the testicles of New York

and Brooklyn and Queens, together, are a face that's finished going down on Manhattan

and that little thing that's Staten Island

is the cum

 

giving New York a bigger dick than it would have if we interpreted Brooklyn and Queens as the balls

 

I like to think it's the second one

New York is like a father to me

So I know I probably shouldn't be thinking about New York in that way

but I guess my logic is that if I'm a daughter of New York

and New York has a big penis

I would have one also if I were a man

 

I know I shouldn't think about New York in that way

because I'm not a pervert

but a friend of mine pointed it out once when we were on the subway

and we all look at that map every day

it's hard not to think about it  

 
 

New York Hates Me/Shadow Selfie


New York Hates Me/Shadow Selfie


About

"Shadow Selfie" a self portrait by me

"Shadow Selfie" a self portrait by me

 
 

New york hates me

I love New York New York hates me

it's like a friend I never see

I'm like a tourist in my own home

Among my tribe I'm all alone

 

Among the Geeks I'm just a Dork

what did I ever do to you New York?

 

New York hates me we never talk

he's like a guy I like to stalk

star of the show little nothing me

I love New York New York hates me

 

I feel like a post-party piece of cork

Or a cobweb that hangs from New York

 
 

the accent of childhood


the accent of childhood


the accent of childhood

"Life's a pinata she busted long ago/ the candy was stale/ and all the same flavor..." from my song "Sane Jane" coming soon. Photo by Oceanlab Studios/Michelle Fernanda Varela

"Life's a pinata she busted long ago/ the candy was stale/ and all the same flavor..." from my song "Sane Jane" coming soon. Photo by Oceanlab Studios/Michelle Fernanda Varela

 
 

I knew I would be lousy

at adulthood

when I was sixteen

I had a nightmare that it was my twentieth birthday.

That was the entire nightmare.

 

 

 

 

 

 
 

that first day


that first day


the first day 

Selfie

Selfie

 
 

 

I remember you on that first day

asking a random stranger

if smoking pot

would help with your constipation

I was charmed

by your accent  

 
 

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Life is a war

By Marvin Mendlinger. With my guitar, Oscar Wilde. 

By Marvin Mendlinger. With my guitar, Oscar Wilde. 

 
 

Life is a war. There are no friends; only allies.