The Newtown Pentacle

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– photo by Mitch Waxman

On one of my walks, as I was crossing from Dutch Kills (the neighborhood, not the waterway) into Astoria via a disreputable corridor shunned by most area wags, these festively adorned bicycles were observed. I can’t tell you a deep story about them, describe some dire and hidden meaning, or point to some occult connection to old world evils or even jungle born horror- knowledge of which which would cause our civilization to retreat into a new and everlasting dark age of ignorance.

All I can do is congratulate the elaborate whimsy of such contrivance.

– photo by Mitch Waxman

Long has my personal palette been described as gloom ridden, dark, and wholly unsaturated. A preference for black clothes, constructed of decidedly coarse and “non shiny” fabric, has often been shown by your humble narrator. Display of such ostentatious pageantry makes me uncomfortable, breaks my confidence, and scares me just a little bit. Can’t tell you why, but it does.

Colorful pomposity might draw attention and inspection upon me from peers and passerby, something which never goes well for me, as cracks in my facade yawn wide.

Written by Mitch Waxman

December 6, 2011 at 1:00 am

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  1. And ladies, never wear a colorful skirt with a fat ass. A sartorial faux-pas.


    December 6, 2011 at 11:29 am

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