“Lone Ranger and Tonto are trapped in a valley, surrounded by hostile apaches on all sides. Lone Ranger turns to Tonto and says, “Looks like we are in deep trouble now, old friend.” Tonto states at him and says, ‘what do you mean ‘we,’ paleface?”
His last words were a dumb joke, and I don’t know whether to laugh or cry, so I compromise and scream.”—Jamie “Multiple Man” Madrox
X-Factor Volume 3: Many Lives of Madrox
By night, the big city’s skyline is clear enough.To write. And rhyme. As we see them and you and anyone under New York light. Falling in love when clocks strike momentum. Allows me to step outside of my window, that hum. Speeds up, spikes.
The rate of my heart’s drum, when it decides to beat with the avenues. Below. As you. As they’re. As everyone. Is falling in love under these seen sights. Taking it slow. It is rare. Yet when the sun falls, the sky begins to scrape. And lean. Against the lefts, wrongs. The rights. Time for falling in love to the sound of New York City’s mix tape. And if this. Chill. Exists elsewhere as well.
It’s mine right now and right now I can’t seem to spot. A soul who has not fallen under the same spell.
This is the world.
As I know it.
As I need it.
This is my world.
And we’re falling in love.
Living Outside of the Silver Screen; the World's City
This is the entire
fucking world. I mean,
the world’s all here.
The great escapers.
Residents and red-eye
frequent flyers for skyscrapers.
The silver screen?
Sure. But may I suggest the west…
Too busy living it out our way.
Because we’re not just inside an attraction.
Can’t stop, can’t rest.
A city written with sarcastic retractions.
Welcome. To the universe.
Hate it or fucking stay.