Empire State Building an Outcropping of Statue of Liberty

The residents, or should we say owners, of 9 East 71st Street, were, from time to time, in the residence.

It didn’t mean the same things to them that it might have meant to us.

It might have been a downer, after the luxurious sunshine, tan,manicure, man to cure, love to shine, glisten, launch a sales pitch, put your darling on the line,

They had the wonder of wonders– ownerships– of a crisp manifesto– of a set adrift, coming up to 9 East 71st Street, after Little Saint James, a kind of let down.

Probably if “they’d” stayed exposed to “the light” much longer, they’d gone hunger, or chosen to smooth, olive and cocoanut oil uber alles.

Daring folks used to swim in Mannahattas Harbor. It was, if the Jews are to have it, perfect for merchandizing, aggrandizing, enchanting profitizing, Swim over to Oyster Bay, or sink and swim into eight ball, lift file,

To use a woman, a girl, or a boy who looks like a girl, curlishly, WTF?