Philosophers Of Urban Life Pillows

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"It's a beautiful world out there, just waiting to be discovered. Well, discovered by one of you, the rest will almost certainly die."

"The end of my favorite series is near."

Can't even hold signs well.

'I love this street...it's so real man...'

"I can hear Brooklyn becoming played out."

'Nothing like being your own boss, huh?'

"It's a beautiful day. I should go for a walk. . . Oh, now my neighbors are all out there."

"Time like these make me wish we had sprung for that apartment with a park view."

"Chop wood, carry water, walk dog."

Populating URBAN DICTIONARY.

Demonic Repossession.

From Here You Can See Bugger All

"On a clear night when the stars are twinkling over the city, I almost don’t mind that civilization collapsed."

'See, Jimmy, as the population grows too dense, the rats begin to brutalize each other...'

"Hmm...any dietary restrictions?"

One youth says: 'Lamppost, bollard, tarmac, kerb.' Other says: Zebra crossing,traffic hump, postbox.' Caption: Street language

"When satire becomes indistinguishable from reality, there's a problem."

Your logic is flaccid and your data suppositional, dawg!

Tom's last day.

Amongst the rush.

'I warned you we'd get thrown out, changing the name from the Garden of Eden.'

"The first step towards solving New York's City's problems is to STATE them, which I will now proceed to do."

Yeah, I'm standing here alone yelling a bunch of nonsense. If I had a cell phone, you wouldn't bother me!

'I was hoping you could help me with an implant.'

"I don't miss my accountancy life. I find I get out more nowadays."

"One day, son, all these skyscrapers that we built for no reason and lie empty will be yours."

"Of course, you try to raise your kids so they won't need lawyers."

'He lives in a house, and it's by the side of the road, but he's still not a friend to man.'

House Arrest in the Age of Coronavirus

Miracles on 34th Street.

Stop! Smell the flowers. Resume tearing through your life like a maniac.

E=mc2 - Einstein's graffiti.

"Maybe he's not leading us back to his parking space."