Wednesday, August 26, 2009

It was a special day.

We got out of the theater early, I drank coffee even though I am trying to quit, my mind was moving so fast I didn't know what to do. I went to Last Word, I didn't have money but wanted everything, tearing things off the shelves right and left, thinking I probably only wanted the Guerilla Garding Manualfesto not because I want to read it but just because I really want to do it everwhere. I kept picking things up and putting them down and wishing I had seven hours to suck out their souls. I stopped and read the introduction of Ecofeminism and the Sacred, there was all this terminology in French and it was annoying me terribly, hippies and radicals would complain of this lack of accessibility and who did this author really see as her fanbase. And I realized it was raining and I really wanted to leave my bike somewhere and punish it and I was thinking about this and trying to stuff economics books from the seventies in my arms and then I started towards the front and


(Wait stop I need to tell this story to the song that was playing so play this video either along with my story or listen to the tune til you get it because really it was just like this, even a little like the coloring of the video like really sing it along because you wont get it otherwise.)


:

it was a rainy day in Oly I was prowling LastWord bookstore
and I saw him a kid in a Blitz shirt
looking at VHS tapes near the dooor
Id forgotten my MoonForFun book
trying to makes lists of what to collect
he stepped on my foot i giggled at the sky
and talk of Oral Punk History was next
and then one thing led to another
and well after all this he was gone
but this story i know is not over
oh no this story it will go oo-ooo-on

o-lympia cruuu-uuush bo00-00ok
o-lympia map pro-jeeeect
o-lympia hipster trash kid
not lost in my awkard texxxt

And now Im floating through my packed up house
we're getting ready to mooo-ooove ouuuuuuut
And soon I will be again in the best of plaaa-cess
the O-lympia dream Stump houu-oouuu-se




traaa la la la la la la laaa
traa lala la la laa laaaaa
traaa lalalalala la la
tra lalala lala laaaa........................................................................................................................................................................
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(end music tune or whatever else)

okay though really i gotta quit gootatatata quit YHGOTTTA I GOTTA


I Love You.


1 comment:

toaster said...

hurray for your progression as a magical writer magoo