Friday, June 18, 2010
NYC, i don't know what you are to me.
¶ 4:32 AM 
We don’t have money for rent or electricity. That’s it for the circus this year. So it’s over, not even a season.
…my circus dreams, just memories ten years from now. “And the trapeze artist breaks her neck”.
On the last night no one shows up, you play like fools, and I fly around the ring like a dumb chicken. And then I’m a waitress again.
On the last night no one shows up, you play like fools, and I fly around the ring like a dumb chicken. And then I’m a waitress again.
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Wow... I somehow randomly came across your blog and then ended up reading the entire thing from beginning to end instead of sleeping. What a sad and beautiful story this was. I hope you don't give up and that someday you'll have a new and all the more exciting store, so that when I'm in NY I can come by and see all the magical things you have hanging about.
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