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:: When I get writer's block, I get it something wicked ::
Monday, July 19, 2004
All I could think to write about today was a little micro-hallucination I had just after lunch, which I call "Paramilitary Hipster Dance-Funk Rampage!".
UNGH. GET... GET DOWN!
SMITE 'EM!
SMITE 'EM WITH THEM VINTAGE CLOTHES!
HIDE IT! UH-HUH!
HIDE THAT CACHE OF WEAPONS FROM THE AUTOCRATS!
GOOD GOD Y'ALL! GOT A MAOIST HAT!
WHATCHU THINK O'THAT?
YOU GOTS TO ORGANIZE!
MORE THAN JUST YOUR VINYL COLLECTION!
NOW SCREEEEEAAAAAMMMM!
See, it's this hipster guy, and he's on stage with a funky backup band inciting the comparably hip crowd to band into a citizen's militia by channeling the stage presence of James Brown. I don't know what the impetus is, but apparently it's got to be done - real bad-like - and they've got to look good doing it.
Also, one of the hipsters in the crowd has a tight-fitting lime-green shirt that says "assassins do it from behind" in yellow letters. He/she thinks it's hilarious.
Posted by morland @ 08:56 PM
:: Comments ::
how many more days are left in dry july?
Posted by: dr. glasses on July 19, 2004 09:35 PM
how many days are left? too many.
morland, next time pick february. and not on a leap year.
Posted by: the guy who lived in vail on July 19, 2004 11:56 PM
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