Lizzie asks…
Are Stilleto Knives illegal?
are spring assisted stiletto knives illegal in ny please explain in specific details
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They are Illegal and here is the law.}{ New York - Penal Law Section 265.01. A person is guilty of criminal possession of a weapon in the fourth degree when: (1) He possesses any firearm, electronic dart gun, electronic stun gun, gravity knife, switchblade knife, pilum ballistic knife, metal knuckle knife, cane sword, billy, blackjack, bludgeon, metal knuckles, chuka stick, sand bag, sandclub, wrist-brace type slingshot or slungshot, shirken or "Kung Fu star"; or (2) He possesses any dagger, dangerous knife, dirk, razor, stiletto, imitation pistol, or any other dangerous or deadly instrument or weapon with intent to use the same unlawfully against another; or (5) He possesses any dangerous or deadly weapon and is not a citizen of the United States... Criminal possession of a weapon in the fourth degree is a class A misdemeanor.
Carol asks…
What do you think of this published poem?
recognized by the Height Ashbury Literary Journal: in me… My train has stopped, 33rd. St., between 7th and 8th Ave. Penn Station, a beautiful garbage heap. Advertisements cover the ground, the walls, the people and me; a procreating child's paper-mache. Cannot help to read and wear a few, then gaze upon a rat or 22. Like the overgrown rats in packs we push up the escalader to the light, I notice, a little of New York in me. Steel wheels squealing rattling beneath the false ground, as I push through the side-walk sellers, hookers, homeless, businessmen and all the others dressed in the "Standard Black." Wishing we were as true to meaning of the color of the Johnny Cash attire. Passing a reflection in a still toxic puddle on the corner, soon to be pounded by a herd of shoes, I notice, a little of New York in me. Walking down to work on 25th St. bet. 7thand 6th Ave, Construction workers discussing the exceptionally suited Marine carbon-copy cut Wall Street brokers and the beautiful FIT girls undressing in their rooms without curtains in chorus. I listen, because there is no privacy in the big city, nor anything sacred, even that, which is cemented down, I notice, a little of New York in me. Sounds of the city's ambiance fits so well, a melodic soundgarden of a life that never sleeps. Sirens, curses, gun-shots, screeches of tires and brakes in harmony. Blank looks upon faces as still as a painted ship upon a painted ocean with a matching attitude as hard as the concrete jungle that surrounds the expressionless of one hailing a taxi to get to a place they need to be in a NY minute, I notice, a little of New York in me. Buildings interior garnished in marble. No time to acknowledge the construction on this fine creation of poetic stone, steel, and the mirrored vertical stairway playing music, that betrays the original Musician's composition. Offices, employees, bosses all one in the same; window-seated animal locked-up in a cubical who needs to run to the restroom so you are not looked at as if you are skipping out on time and work that should have been done yesterday, which was presently handed to you 5 minutes before 5. I notice, a little of New York in me. Mustang Sally's is dressed to kill with beautiful laminated oak and polished brass, filled with some of the finest ass doing the same thing day-in and day-out. The hunt for a man with a heart colored green, shaped in a perfect "S" and two bars in front of his eyes because I am entranced by her beauty. Eyes Caribbean blue, figure of an hourglass, legs shine as a star waiting to be caressed down to the perfectly pedicure toes in stilettos. "Like Suicide" melodically whispers over the voices of first time hellos, I notice, a little of New York in me. Day over, off to Penn Station past the marquee advertising "Women in love with men and their money" past the liquor store "Sex Vodka…Get any Lately" past the record store with faded poster "The Spirit in the Dark" past the resaurant where we will spend our first and last date. They serve very expensive slowly rotted steak with its twice-baked potato and that morning boiled out black, "may I have another cup of that grow some hair on the souls of my feet coffee." Poets, Artists, Musicians, and everyone else scurry like rats back down the hole for home, I then notice, I spit out New York because there is a lot more to life then this …in me
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Wow! Thats really good and pretty funny i've always wanted to visit new york... But i don't know if i do anymore HAHA nice work!!
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