(Orange Devil) Tower Writing #3 Rev 7/11

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(iphone photo by M. Glickman)

555 California, (Orange Devil owns 30%), is closed today for July 4th.

We're at some mall in Corta Madera, CA, by the REI place. There are a bunch of sirens going off. I don't know if it is fire trucks or what. The iphone battery is (expletive) at this point, I forgot to charge it, and don't have the solar charger. M is shopping for (something) for Hawaii. 75% of the stores are closed for a parade.

The parade seems to be random sirens going off. I can't see from where this is originating. The empty mall has that (vacant) Italian town painting quality.

Is the 4th of July the most irritating holiday now? Can it possibly rival the Xmas month? Pack it all into one 3 day weekend?

I attempt to locate a Starbucks (there is no local option)

It shows up on the directory a color coded weak green. But the number assigned to it: 207, there is no 207 on the map.

I settle for DavidsTea, the clerk asks "which one would you like?", I stare at the hundred or so steel canisters arrayed against the wall.

I ask: "Which tea is best for random sirens going off?"

She suggests: "I like Jasmine."

(I realize the music is songs from the TV show the Love Boat.)

I tell the clerk: "This is from the Love Boat...I'm so sorry".

(She laughs.)

I say: "I didn't say this but, when I worked in a department store during college, I used to lift up the ceiling tiles and cut the speaker wires."

A strange tag team combo of sun, wind, and sirens is making it somewhat unlikely the writing will continue.

Back suburbia, back...

interruptions every five minutes.

I don't even bother trying to draw when it gets like this.

(Supposedly this is a holiday weekend.)

Flesh bots roasting on an open fire.

Shotguns nipping at ur nose.

Wild hunt songs being sung by a choir.

Punks dressed up like Navajos.

Evrybdy knows.

A turnkey and some missile silos.

Help to make the city white.

Tater tots with their edge all a glow. Will find it hard to sleep outside.

We know that:

Satan's on his way.

He's loaded lots of boys in hoodies on his sleigh.

& every mollified is gonna sigh.

2 see if drone bombs really know how to fly.

And so I offer up this simple phrase

to whom it may concern still...

(Is this a day off? Can this be a day off?)

DC July 4

 

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