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Bread & Butter- All types of foodSouth East Corner of 29th on Park Ave. South

Bread & Butter 2South East Corner of 24th on Park Ave. South

Chipotle- Mexican North West Corner of 31st on Park Ave. South

Cosi- Sanwiches & SaladsNorth East Corner of 31st on Park Ave. South

Eata Pita- Pitas, Hummus, and Falafels South East Corner of 30th on Park Ave. South

StarbucksNorth West Corner of 29th on Park Ave. South

Subway- Sandwiches Between 29th and 30th on Park Ave. South

efghL U N C H Bread & Butter- All types of foodSouth East Corner of 29th on Park Ave. South

Bread & Butter 2 South East Corner of 24th on Park Ave. South













,Where to grab lunch

efghL U N C H Bread & Butter- All types of foodSouth East Corner of 29th on Park Ave. South

Bread & Butter 2 South East Corner of 24th on Park Ave. South













,Where to grab lunch








Where to grab lunch

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Where to grab lunch

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januaryBaby Britain feels the best, floating over a sea of vodka separated from the rest fights problems with bigger problems sees the ocean fall and rise, counts the waves that somehow didn’t hit her. Water pourn-ing from her eyes, alcoholic and very bit-ter. For someone half as smart, you’d be a work of art, you put yourself apart and I can’t help until you start. We knocked another couple back, the dead soldiers lined up on the table. Still prepared for an attack, they didn’t know they’d been disabled. Felt a wave, a rush of blood, you won’t be happy ‘til the bottle’s broken. You’re out swimming in the flood, you kept back, you kept unspoken. For some-one half as smart, you’d be a work of art, you put yourself apart and I can’t help until you start. You’ve got a look in your eye when you’re saying goodbye like you want to say hi. The light was on but it was dim, revolver’s been turned over and now it’s ready once again. The radio is play-ing Crimson and Clover, London Bridge is safe and sound. No matter what you keep repeating, nothing’s gonna drag me down to a death that’s not worth cheating. For someone half as smart, you’d be a work of art, you put yourself apart and I can’t help until you start.

februaryYou’re everybody’s second home always trying to get me alone, an easy way to lose it all. Always there when all else fails, over by the west side rails. But I don’t re-ally need that now, I never really did any-how. I only really needed alcohol, some-thing that’ll treat me okay and wouldn’t say the things you’d say. Please turn out the light, I get a sick confusion headache trying to figure out who’s right. Dreaming on the silver strand waking up to plain-clothes man, you little bastard, little boy in blue. Someone’s gonna get to you and fuck up everything you do. He’s so unhappy inside, he’s serious with every-one, and he thinks he’ll win you with his angry kiss. Acting like he has no needs, wanting you to watch him bleed. Made for each other bet you pay me any mind, just goes to show my continual decline. They say that I’ll recover my love of her once in a while But I don’t know I don’t think so. There’s something that I’ll tell you now now that no one else is around, the sort of lesson that I learned from you. Not quite the way you planned, but I know you’ll understand. Someone takes a pho-tograph, a picture while their sweetheart laughs, a perfect moment in a flash of light. Counting back from 3 to 1, that’s exactly what you’ve done, and I’m so un-surprised. I remember, I remember why I dream in black & white, just goes to show my continual decline. They say that I’ll re-cover my love of her once in a while But I don’t know I don’t think so I don’t think so.

marchI’m in love with the world through the eyes of a girl who’s still around the morn-ing after. We broke up a month ago, and I grew up—I didn’t know I’d be around the morning after. It’s always been wait and see, a happy day and then you pay, and feel like shit the morning after. But now I feel changed around, and instead of fall-ing down, I’m standing up the morning af-ter. Situations get fucked up and turned around, sooner or later. I could be an-other fool or an exception to the rule, you tell me the morning after. Crooked spin can’t come to rest, I’m damaged bad at best. She’ll decide what she wants, I’ll probably be the last to know, no one says until it shows and you see how it is. They want you or they don’t, say yes. I’m in love with the world through the eyes of a girl who’s still around the morning after.

aprilKilling a southern belle is all you know how to do. That, and give other people hell, it’s what they expect from you too. But I wouldn’t have you how you want, I don’t want to walk around, I don’t even want to breathe. I live in a southern town where all you can do is grit your teeth, but I wouldn’t have you how you want. How come you’re not ashamed of what you are? And sorry that you’re the one she got? Ain’t nobody talking now, nobody nothing’s said, no one’s about to shout, nobody’s seeing red, but I wouldn’t have you how you want. You’re killing a south-ern belle, killing a southern belle, killing a southern belle.

mayHere come your pride and joy, the comic little drunk you call your boy. Making ev-erybody smile, who takes your pretty plan and then becomes a disappearing man after a little while. I saw you with your make-up running down, now what’s that all about? You say you don’t want anyone around cause you’re all cleaned out. You toss the empty beer, Not really as com-posed as you appear, an icicle inside. Wearing clothes that clash wondering is this treasure, is this trash, still trying to decide. About 5 o’clock here comes your clown, with the foot he’s throwing down, but all you say is you don’t want anyone around. Come not right now, there ain’t nothing to dream. You don’t want to think about it, I’m sorry you seem so stumped, and I’m sorry you think you have to hold your tongue when your so pretty and smart. I’m seeing you caving in, becom-ing afraid of all these men that you’ve given your heart. I saw you with your make up running down, now what’s that all about. You say you don’t want anyone around, cause you’re cleaned out, all cleaned out, all cleaned out

juneI had tender feelings that you made hard, but it’s your heart, not mine, that’s scarred. So when I go home I’ll be happy to go, you’re just somebody that I used to know. You don’t need my help any-more, it’s all now to you, there ain’t no before. Now that you’re big enough to run your own show, you’re just somebody that I used to know. I watched you deal in a dying day, and throw a living past away so you can be sure that you’re in control, you’re just somebody that I used to know. I know you don’t think you did me wrong, and I can’t stay this mad for long, keep-ing ahold of what you just let go, you’re just somebody that I used to know

counts the waves that somehow didn’t hit her

made for each other bet you pay me any mind just goes to show my continual decline

crooked spin can’t come to rest

all you can do is grit your teeth

is this treasure—is this trash

watched you throw a living past away

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I’m waiting for the train, subway that only goes one way. The stupid thing that’ll come to pull us apart, and make everybody late. You spent everything you had, wanted every-thing to stop that bad, now I’m a crashed credit card registered to Smith—not the name that you called me with. You turned white like a saint, I’m tired of dancing on a pot of gold-flaked paint. Oh we’re so very precious, you and I, and everything that you do makes me want to die. Oh I just told the biggest lie, I just told the biggest lie, the biggest lie.

Bottle up and explode over and over, keep the troublemaker below. Put it away and check out for the day. In for a round of overexposure, the thing mother nature provides to get up and go. Bottle up and explode, seeing stars surrounding you, red white and blue. You look at him like you’ve never known him, but I know for a fact that you have. The last time you cried who’d you think was inside? Thinking that you were about to come over, but I’m tired now of waiting for you, you never show. Bottle up and go.

I’m a color reporter (Rose City on the 409) but the city’s been bled white (White city on the yel-low line) and the doctor orders (Drinking to distraction’s just a waste of time). Drinks all night to take away this curse, but it makes me feel much worse, bled white. So I wait for the F-Train (White city on the yellow line) and connect through a friend of mine (White city to a friend of mine) To a yesterdaydream (Yesterday a dream was just a waste of time) ‘cause I’d have to be high to track the sunset down and paint this paling town, bled white. So here it comes with a blank expression ‘specially for me, ‘cause he knows I feel the same. ‘Cause happy and sad come in quick succession, I’m never going to become what you became. Don’t you dare disturb me (Don’t complicate my peace of mind) While I’m balancing my past (Don’t complicate my peace of mind) ‘cause you can’t help or hurt me (The anger, being mean was just a waste of time) like it already has. I may not seem quite right, but I’m not fucked, not quite, bled white, bled white.

Baby got a place in the sun selling people shade, renting out a room in a remote little corner on profit’s promenade, talking on the phone, waiting for a ring, well everybody’s trying to turn me into a suicide machine. I’ll be riding forth on my pony if you want to see me to-night, dressed in black up at the line of attack by my counterpart in white. Can’t look every way, gonna move the street, everybody’s trying to turn me into a suicide machine. Everything’s alright except for how it seems and everybody wants to turn me into a suicide ma-chine. Baby got a place in the sun, I had to shade my eyes. I don’t think i’ll ever know anyone besides you but it’s no surprise, I know what you want, I got what you need, everybody’s trying to turn me into a suicide machine. Everybody’s trying to turn me into a sui-cide machine, everybody’s trying to turn me into a suicide machine.

The question is: wouldn’t mama be proud? There’s a sil-ver lining in the corporate cloud...Wouldn’t mama be proud? “Can I take your or-der?” asked the heavenly host. Ticket to the jet stream, blow-ing coast to coast. The long-stemmed glasses, a movie, and a pleasant dream in midair,

“You gotta tell me quickly, ‘cos we’re almost there.” Wouldn’t mama be proud? Pointed out of the window at the sky gone black, “Kid, you’re on the right track.” If I send you postcards from the side of the road, photographs of moving parts about to implode, if I crawl to keep it together like you say you know, I can do to transmit the moment from me to you.

I’m floating in a black balloonMy mama told me “Baby stay clean, there’s no in-between”

Wish you gave me your num-ber, wish I could call you to-day, just to hear a voice. I got a long way to go I’m getting further away. If I didn’t know the difference, living alone’d probably be okay.

A distorted reality is now a necessity to be free, its so dissapointing

floating in a black balloon

Why tell me stuff that’s so plainly untrue? If you’ll be straight with me, I’ll be straighter with you. If you’re all done like you said you’d be, what are you doing hanging out with me?

I’m stuck here waiting for a passing feeling in the city I built up and blew to hell.

Everything is exactly right when I walk around here drunk every night with an open container from 7-11 in St. Ides Heaven. I’ve been out haunting the neighborhood and everybody can see I’m no good when I’m walking out be-tween parked cars with my head full of stars high on amphetamines the moon is a light bulb breaking. cant feel it at all, See you later, see you later, If I see you at all

In an endless symbolic war

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