REST IN PEACE, THE OLD RAM
St. Marks, East Village
Someone’s had a hard time parting. . .
St. Mark’s Place, East Village
First, an aquatic aphorism against conformity: ONLY DEAD FISH GO WITH THE FLOW.
Then, a pukey, baggy-eyed Barry-McGee-ripoff of a bum beside the phrase DRINK MORE.
Then, the grammar-be-damned alien-species cry: WE EAT OFF OF PLATES, AND KISS WITH OUR TOUNGUES [SIC] LIKE HUMANS DO!
Now is the last one written in defense of dead fish or drunks?
PAST SCRIBBLES
Week 5: Hello Kitty ate Barney, then had a baby with Bedtime Care Bear
Week 4: Love Is the Space Between Sounds
Week 3: Tiger Fart? Pony Butter? Who Are These People?
Week 2: The New Revolution Begins in Union Sq.
Week 1: Ambivalent Gayness Is Not A Game