Yesterday, The Onion released this “story” about the NYPD’s Stop and Kiss program. It is an obvious parody of the Stop and Frisk controversy in New York City.
Not everyone understood the joke: these people took to twitter with outrage, because they thought it was real. It’s a must-read in ridiculousness from Gothamist.
Of course they would think it’s real. They don’t have time to stop-and-think.
Robert Orben. (via quotedojo)
Today, on the train, I met an aged woman.
She wore a purple…what? How should I call it? Anyway, also, gray pants, white-gray hat and bright black shoes.
She knows how to live and what to wear as how old she is.
I felt that I’d like to live as she does.
You are too careless and must know “impoliteness” itself.
I don’t want to say but not only I, also others often try not to tell you that you hurt ourselves with those your words.
Actually, you said that my forehair was ‘BAD’, anyway, it’s not good, BAD to tell one something about the one as you see or think even though you think it’s bad.
Even It is natural to keep your house’s keep unlocked usually in your neighborhood, here, there, places different from yours, it’s not.
Your face show your lack of sense definitely.
And you are not good at wearing, in point of shops where you buy your clothes. Odd.
i want to try and make these for christmas :D
Whenever I, and also my club members play a song, we don’t have our own brands.
I don’t think that I have to write down what I thought today at my university, but there, definitely, something occurred to me and threw me into the mixture of emotions, then still there. And I don’t know who to tell this feelling. So, let me, here, and it is that my foollish heart is still filled with him, whom I don’t want see, or hear anymore.
When I went back and entered the room, I saw a gray man who told me his experience at the beginning of this month and might be sentimental because of this lonesome season. And I might have told him that I have been in love with one of old friends of mine and feeling sad. Honestly, I was looking forward to seeing him before that time, but I felt something different which was quite different from what I was thinking of him whom I’d cared for, maybe still. I and the gray man must have enjoyed our talking, and because of this, we were mistaken.
I was really happy when his one look got me everytime even though it meant nothing. But today, he did it too, was very harmful.
And the meeting, too hard to tolerate, he was talking with some friends of his. I wished it was about an other peson, but sounded like a thought about myself that was annoying. His voice made a color of his anger and was heard through the air to everyone. I tried not to turn my face to red.
Now, I had told some of my friends, senior this, so I can’t take it back anymore.
I want some words that can make this feeling be calmed.
Sorry for broken English.
Jay Warren working on John Coltrane statue