Subway Slim slid down toward the Hudson on a makeshift snowboard made from a tossed out door, past the corner grocery and the bodegas, down into Hell’s Icy Kitchen, wearing sunglasses his head wrapped in a woolen scarf, while shouting, “Are we creating a new Bohemian Paradise here, or what?”.
Thanks kindly to TK, Alisa, and DuVay!
Thanks for digging my stuff and restacking, here on the Stack.
Your brain appears to have crossed the heliosphere. You are a trip.
Yes to that. See you in the stratosphere.
Thanks Mike, and Honeygloom.
Mayne, this hits all kinda Word Juxtapositions pressure points.
I appreciate it. Sometimes one gets to have too much fun in writing. Which is just enough. More 2 come.
Subway Slim and much more in this grand circumference. Restocked this xo
Thank you, Mary. Plus thanks 4 the restack!