sexta-feira, 16 de março de 2012


"Fuck me? Fuck you.

Fuck you and this whole city and everyone in it
rapped up in plastic

10 years in the country still no speaky English?

Fuck the squeegee men dirtying up my clean windshield. Get a fucking job.

Fuck the Sikhs and the Pakistanis palming down the avenues in decrepit cabs.

Curries steaming out their pours. Stinking up my day. Terrorists in fucking training. Slow the fuck down!

Fuck the Chelsea boys with their waxed chest and bulked up biceps, going down on each other in my parks and on my piers. Jingling their dicks on my channel 35.

Fuck the Russians in Brighton Beach. Mobsters, thugs, sitting in cafes sipping tea in little glasses. Sugar cubes between their teeth.

Fuck the black-headed Hasidim strolling up and down 47th street in their dirty Gabardine with their dandruff selling South African apartheid diamonds.

Fuck the Wall Street brokers. Self-stout masters of the universe. Michael Douglas Gordon Gecko wannabe motherfuckers figuring out new ways to rob hard working people blind.

Move the fuck on!

Fuck the corrupt cops with their anus violating plungers and their 41 shot standing behind a blue wall of silence. You betrayed our trust!

Fuck the priests who put their hands down some innocent child's pants. Fuck the church that protects them delivering us into evil and while you're at it, fuck J.C. He got off easy. A day on the cross, a weekend in hell and all the hallelujahs of the legion angels for eternity. Try seven years in fucking Otisville, Jay.

Fuck this whole city and everyone in it. From the row houses of Astoria to the penthouses on Park Avenue. From the projects in the Bronx to the lofts in Cohoe. From the tenements in Alphabet C to the brown stones of Parksville to the split-levels in Staten Island. Let an earthquake crumble it. Let the fires rage. Let it burn to fucking ash and then let the waters rise and submerge this whole rat infested place."

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