Come with
me and let’s see if we can’t race the train to the city. You can take pictures
with the top down I'll play with radio. We can throw things at stop signs and
crack champagne at Penn’s landing. We'd buy a spy kit from some boutique
and be art thieves for a day? We’ll go to a no name gallery and steal the
ugliest thing. It would mean something to a sad artist; to think that their art
was worth stealing. Then we can climb unto a pretty church and cat call passersby. If
we find sidewalk chalk we can vandalize graffiti on the sides of ugly walls. At
the end of the night we can catch each green light on South Street (if we speed), and stare
at the lit smoke stacks on the way back, when they're orange and fuming like cigarettes. I guess what I’m trying to say is, for
a pretty okay time, - call me.
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