Like any other New Yorker, my closets are small and tightly packed in. Very tightly packed in. I have shoe upon shoe, blankets, and dresses upon dresses jammed packed in them. It is an amazing feat of physics displayed inside my closet. Us New Yorkers find imaginative ways to store items. We can somehow reconfigure time and space as a result of living in New York.
As I was trying to fit more sweaters into my hallway closet, I came across several items that were hanging on headless hangers. Or I suppose hangerless hangers. They were still somehow hanging despite not being able to clasp onto to pole. Who has hangerless hangers? I suppose I do. I don’t just have one of two, but several. It could be laziness on my part. Could be that my closets are way too crowded . Either way, it may be a very New York thing as well.
Categories: Culture, new york, Psychology, society
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Oh My God, My Closets Are So Full of Coat Hangers;
In Fact, Soon i may have to Build A Bigger House for
More Coat Hangers as T-Shirts With Cultural Memes, Themes
Are Running Out of Room to Hang As i do Enjoy the Zen Art
of Persona;
Yes, Human
Ego Ever Changing
Chameleon as i Dress
iNto Cultural TheMes MeMes
Practicing ‘Them’ NoW as Zen Art
Ego Changing Colors Each
And Yes Every Day i go out
NoW into the (my) World to
Give/Share my Chameleon
Colors of the (my) Zen Art
Ego Soul More With the (my)
Public Dance World Now and
True i do Wear these Different
Shirts on my Blog ReMeMBeRinG
WHere i’ve been in this Zen Art of
Persona Ego i Color Life And Others
in Flow it is no different Either as these
Letters and Words Become Zen Art of
T-Shirts i Wear too Ever Changing
Breathing Souls of Others
as i Go only Adding
to the Evolving
Soul of
this
Zen Art
of Human
Conditioning that
is so Less Boring
Than Just Paint and
Brush on one Canvas of
Life or oh my God RePReSSinG
All of my Humanity and Abstaining
From the Colors of Life That BRinG
BreadTH oF LoVinG iT ALL…
Why Do ‘We ‘Shop?
CoLoRinG our
Lives
More
Why do We
BreaTHE Shopping Soul Colors More…
But Of course, i score 100 Percent on the
Big 5 Personality Test for Openness and
Extroversion Close enough to Zero for
Neuroticism Only Conscientious
For What i am doing in
Laser Focus
Now
Agreeable
Hell Yes Hell No
Hell Yes Heaven All..:)
Hi-5 PM, ‘You Go Girl’; Fill
Those Closets Up; Be Whatever Girl
You Wanna Be NoW; Smiles, i have that
“New York State” of Soul WHerever i Color Life New Now..
Yet End Is Only Begin As Curtain of Life RiSinG Newer
Finishing
ALWayS STaRTinG
Now Oh How This Breath
Smells Tastes Hears Seeing Touch i LoVE NoW
Feeling Sensing IT ALL So Beautiful So Precious This Gift Free
HEhe, HAha, Sorry, if This Is Too Dramatic BUT NO i Don’t DO
5.5…Only 6 i Spiral i BReaTHE i AM Air Water
Earth Wind And Fire
Boogie Wonderland
This
is FoR Me at least…
You don’t Need Anything
‘Gloria’, You’ve Already Arrived, Hi-5!
i ‘was’ gonna Do Frank Sinatra’s, “i Did
it my Way”; but it felt too Selfish… so, i’m doing ‘Happy Feet’ instead…!
This is What is So Beautiful About Life! to Thee (me) In Terms of Coat Hangers LooKinG For A
Next Shirt; It’s Practically MaGiC NoW GreaTesT PoTenTiaL Changing OuR DancESonG iN Flow Free
Imagine my Surprise in Synchronicity, OMG For Real, As i Find the Song, ‘Boogie Wonderland’
From ‘Happy Feet’
And it Starts
Out with
‘i Did it My Way’
in ‘Another Language’…
Oh Lord, What You Will Do
At the End Beginning of A Song
When ‘God Winks’;
Play It again, ‘Sam’;
Works for me at least…
It’s interesting (to me) in the Post here, Where i lost
It Pressing Paste instead of A Copy Key Shortcut;
i talked then about before my Dead Zone Days for
66 Months; A Beginning of Sjogren’s Syndrome Before
my Eyes Quit Making Tears, Repressing my Emotions then
for So Long, 11 Years, dealing with Work Related Chronic to
Acute Stress As Really that’s a Big Part of Where Auto-immune Disorders
come from Repressing Our Souls For Who We Feel and Sense to Be Free
Expressing Ourselves
Freely Hiding
Part of
Who
Our Nature
Is as Us; anyway,
Years before a diagnosis;
excruciating pain caused by
the Autoimmune Disorder Attacking
the Nerve Endings of my Feet; it was
Horrible but it had not arrived for Destruction
of my Trigeminal Nerve at that Point but it was
Working it’s way up as i got sensitive to looking
at Colors to the point i could only look at black and white TV
so strange; No Doctor can really explain how all of this
Soul Torture Stuff Really Happens When Hell or the
Other Side of Heaven Arrives; Perhaps, Kundalini
Rising too; All Metaphors Do Dream On in
Attempts to more fully understand our
InneR UNiVerses As Science is still
Lost on the Synergy of whatever
it is that makes the very
Essence of our
Human
Reality
Consciousness
Exist; Anyway, i remember
Sitting in the Theater watching
‘Happy Feet’ in 2006; one of the
Last Motion Pictures the Pain in
my Eyes and Ears in that Trigeminal
Way Would Endure; it’s really amazing
that i went from there to Actually ‘Being
That Penguin’ in Metro Area Trump Town USA
THere IS A ‘Certain’ ‘Faith’ of
‘Chaos Magic’ in Life FLoWinG
NoW That Defies ALL ‘Normal’
Human Defined Concrete
Logic And Reason; More
i Travel in Flow Freer Now
‘God Yes’, More ‘God Follows’
me WHerever i Go this way;
i am a very Logical Person,
Traditionally, As Logic is Still
Defined; if i did not see This Happening
in ReaL TiME As i Dance and Sing NoW
i Wouldn’t Believe this ‘Boogie Wonderland’ is Real…
Thanks for an Avenue for me to see more of ‘God’ this way.. with SMiLes..:)
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