what is new york?

la is like quicksand & I'm a falling star. everything is quicksand. everthing is la. what's not la? sushi & fireflies & rooftops & bridges & grey water & fire escapes & leather punk jackets & sake & sock man & wigs & jujitsu & 2 boots pizza & the random middle aged jazz bands @ cake shop & scrawled graffiti in dirty bathrooms & rosemary clooney & projectors & comic book sketches of the skyline & pom mojitos in a lotus filled restaurant in bk & patios blurred by tiny candles & too many redbull cocktails & dancing in the basement of an aparment bldg on 134th & bars lined with taxidermied prarie dogs & as many men in suits as jeans & city boys who rollerblade past the avenues with goldfrapp blaring in their headphones & the soft melt of a city girl's snarling subway-ride exterior as strobe lights wash over her bare shoulders