Read a few awfuL stories
BBC, NYT, Other sites
Murders, Disappearances of lots of people........
Man killing his wife, stuffing her in a suitcase
Dropping the suitcase on the Motor-way ...
Wife's girl friend grieving...
Egyptian billionaire convicted for killing a singer
Women disappearing
Men disappearing....
Knives, guns, ropes, pills
Ecstasy, Cocaine Vodka...
Prostitutes...
Both the husband and wife prostitutes....
They give massages to people to relax their tensions of the day....
I just woke up
Had a lousy cup of tea
This is my first read of the day
I better stop
Its only 9-30 in the morning
And I have the tendency to go down and down during the day
By the evening I am totally famished with depression
Perhaps the cause is my reading material in the morning
Get up and go to Balthazar
Its a Great cafe in Soho...French
They have flowers there
Classical music
good coffee
And news papers
But please don't read any more
No more news of murders and drugs and pills and hangings...
Carry a happy book with you to read if you do go there
Get out of the century of lethargy and go to Balthazar
It will cheer you up
I promise...
But no reading the news papers please
You can't afford it
Let the happy people read all the news
You need to laugh
Laugh?
Yes, Laugh....
With whom?
No one is around to laugh with....
Laugh alone
Alone?
Yes, laugh alone
Like a mad woman in the street?
Yes, like a mad woman in the street....
Even a mad woman is better than a depressed woman
A depressed woman is the worse of all women
Go to Balthazar and just laugh
They will throw me out
No, they won't...
They are very decent people...
Decent people come there to laugh
But they come with some one
Yes, you go with a funny book, read and laugh....
They will know you are reading a funny book
They will know that you are a normal woman
They will know that you are just reading a funny book and they will smile with you...
Get up and go to Balthazar....
No more reading the news first thing in the morning
Read those news before you go to bed
Than you will have a justification for the nightmares....
At night night mares
And in the morning
Murder news
What kind of life are you living darling?
What kind of life?
Get up, take a shower and go to Balthazar
And don't have this lousy tea in the morning
And never come near the computer to read rubbish....
Are you going to get up?
You need a slap.................
Not a slap
A shower perhaps..............
Is there any hot water today?
Well, why not?
Do you think you live in Timbuktu?
You are in NY
Don't treat precious NY like a mud villa...
Do you know how many people would just love to live in NY?
And you are there
And you also have Balthazar
Oh! You are so Un-grateful...
Don't do that
God put you in NYC for some reason...
And the reason is just to enjoy your mornings and evenings
Alone?
Alone if you have to....
Let the other miserable bastards go to work
You just enjoy NY
In the mornings
And in the evenings
Yes, Alone if you have to....
They are all tired from their nine to five jobs and their foreclosures....
Get up honey....
Go to Balthazar
You have no job
No foreclosure on a home
No debts
Its just the theater critics don't like you
So big deal.....
Who cares......
Become a theater critic yourself
Get up
And be a critic....
Hate everyone....
That's also a quality of New Yorkers
You see, your problem is that you never really became a New Yorker...
Lived here for so long and never became a true New Yorker....
Be a bitch..............
A New York BITCH.....
ENJOY YOUR LIFE.................
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