Let us not forget that a driver of evolution is competition for resources.
You are someone’s food.
(Note: I don’t think Twitter necessarily ‘cheated’ Meerkat out of anything, I’m sure their chances are as good as ever at being this years model, but this does stand as an object lesson about the rat king we turn two in obeisance daily.)
The gryphon from the Essex House welcome mat has torn free
A doorman was killed and windows smashed along Park Avenue South
including Hampshire House. A venture capitalist was seized,
walking out of the barre studio and spa, by talons the size of backhoes,
he’s dangling now from it’s beak as it perches on the spire atop the Sherry Nederland building…
Charlie Rose clutches his chest on the sidewalk below.
A black teenager throws a tight packed slushy snowball into the throng gathering on the steps of the Plaza hotel,
striking an off duty cop on security detail for Taylor Swift.
The boy is simultaneously shot and tased by various members of law enforcement.
Crispus Attucks’ phantom pulls free from the earth miles away on Tremont Street.
I tip the coffee cart fifty-cents on my buck fifty coffee…
This may be the best bit of writing on boyhood.
And the movie, you know, Aliens.