waking up in nyc can be wonderful. Especially when you find yourself in a room filled by sunlight in Park Slope... you walk out the door and there it is, the city, you take a train to hit manhattan for some brunch with your friends and they are having what they call the ny-brunch, all you can drink cocktails and eggs.. not for me i'm afraid. So you and your other friend walk down a block and find the perfect place for your quite breakfast.
Then you take the train uptown for a show at the Japan Society, where you find some of the best paperclippings you've ever seen
Sounds nice so far?
After a nice day of city-walking you take the train back to Park Slope for dinner at Harvey and Barbara's house. They make chicken with cranberries, it's delicious!
You dress up and take the train all the way back to Williamsburg. There comes to life a mythical evening.
The Raven this night accompanied by his dear friend the Nymph. They dance to drums, they dance to womp they dance to all musics they hear. They dance in general.
The ravens black feathers shine in the lights of bright green lazerlights, the nymphs senual hair moves around in the air.
When tired they return to their bed, they sleep and they wake up the next morning feeling good, feeling tired, but good...
Thanks Nymph, says the Raven, thanks for a great night...
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