Here in this little midwestern town of Madison, but also where you are. You had a fucking wonderful day, too. And you thought that you never wanted your mom to die because then we would all die. Hold the line, don't let anyone pass, or else we're all fucked. When one person we know dies, our death is suddenly eminent. And so, feeling so wonderful out in the beautiful weather, you wanted to feel that heat stupor for eternity, praying for an endless summer - I wanted to cling to each leave I yanked from trees I walked under, to hold them forever.
---Bonnie and her sister have come in, and so it's time to bring this to a close, but in other news: I shaved my head today, let it all go, set my head free, made myself clean to go with the purifying heat. And, the weather and the new haircut, the feeling that I was wearing a wig made me really confident and able, talked to Subway boy and random people sitting on their stoop, and sang out loud to that song that starts out "When the lights go down in the city..."
That song is the motherfucking jam. Buzz is my favorite station of all time, perhaps.