Black Fruits

sounds like a special in a Chelsea buck house haha


today was in a NYC public sitting area, at Worldwide plaza. top 20 tallest in NY, duly noted. this one building actually has TWO Starbucks open  for the public, on street sides. used to have this cheapo cinema there for 3 bucks in the early 2000s, flicks and crowds of such trash   that even a poverty- stricken fuck  like me didn't go after a while.


 so was saying good bye to the blue sky. sunny Autumnal  day like Sept 11.  looking at the trees for nice  sturdy  branches and all. 


last night i finished that flick the “Good’" Girl.   don’t know why  "Good'  wasn’t in quotes, since i think it was supposed to be  ironic. this bitch tried to kill her lover, ratted him out where he later killed himself,  had his kid and had it raised by her husband amongst other sins. Of course it was played by Jennifer Anison, “American's sweethaeart’ (again note the quotes),   and she was a cute young  white woman, so i guess she was good ultimately, right?  

Anyway she  tried to kill her "love” (quotes again) with these supposedly rancid black berries. of course later in the decade (film was from 2002),   blackberry abuse was when you used your ostentatious phone too fucking much. but in the flick, literal death by blackberry.  i also thought  of MASH (the flick) when Painless wanted to kill himself for, of all things 70s, believing himself to be gay,  and the good doctors ceremoniously endow upon  him a placebo “black capsule’ (song, suicide  is painless) at his Last Supper.


  not  painless today, and after the trees, looked down,  and  at my sinister foot was a big black berry. looked up in the sheltering tree above me and there were no more. a tree of knowledge?  had to look at it,   give it some thought. had to. But was off after a while, and actually, really,   accidentally stepped on the it while i was turning to leave.