Who
Our
ANGEL,
You fun - yet I'm the one Attempting to do some Or do you really a neighborhood people piss on your Stoop every Bohemia, A fallacy in your is Calcutta, Bohemia is
Dearly beloved we gather to say our goodbyes
COLLINS & Dies irae - illa, Kyrie eleison v'yitkadash
Here she lies, no one her worth The late daughter of Mother Earth On nights when we the birth In that little of Bethlehem We our glass - you bet your ass to - La vie
ALL La vie La vie La vie La vie
To days of hookey, making Something out of The need to To communicate, To against the grain, Going insane, mad To loving tension, no To more one dimension, To for attention, Hating convention, hating Not to of course, Hating old Mom and Dad To your bike, past the three-piece suits To - to no absolutes- To Absolut - to To the Village To any fad To being an us for once ... of a them!!
ALL La vie Boheme, La vie
MR.
Hey Mister - my sister
So that's five miso soup, seaweed salad soy burger dinner, two tofu dog platter And one pasta with meatless
Eww
It the same
If you your eyes
And orders of fries Is it here?
ALL and beer!
MIMI & To hand-crafted in local breweries To yoga, to yogurt, to and beans and cheese To leather, to dildos, to curry To Rancheros and Maya Angelou
& COLLINS Emotion, devotion, to causing a Creation,
Mucho
MAUREEN & Compassion, to fashion, to passion it's new
To
To
GIRLS To anything
& ROGER Ginsberg, Dylan, and Cage,
Lenny
Langston
To the
To Uta. To Buddha. Neruda, too.
& MIMI Why and Toto went over the rainbow To blow off Em
ALL La vie
MR.
MAUREEN & close
ANGELS & Brothers!
MARK, & MIMI Bisexuals, trisexuals, sapiens, Carcinogens, hallucinogens, men, Pee Wee German wine, turpentine, Stein Antoniotti, Bertolucci, Carmina
ALL To apathy, to entropy, to empathy, Havel - The Sex Pistols, 8BC To no shame - never the Fame Game
To
ALL To sodomy, between God and me To S & M
Waiter ... Waiter ... ....... Waiter!
ALL La vie
In of the death of Bohemia an impromptu salon commence immediately following dinner ... Maureen Johnson, back from her spectacular one-night engagement at the eleventh street lot, will Native American tribal chants backwards through her recorder, while herself on the electric cello - which she has studied.
And Mark will preview his new documentary his inability to hold an erection on the holy days.
And Mimi Marquez, clad only in wrap, perform her famous lawn chair-handcuff dance to the sounds of iced tea stirred.
Your new boyfriend know about us.
There's nothing to
Don't you think that we discuss...
It was months ago.
He doesn't act like with you.
We're it slow.
Where is he
He's right... Hmm, he go?
And Roger will attempt to a bittersweet, evocative song. (Roger a solo) That doesn't us of "Musetta's Waltz!"
Angel Schunard will model the latest fall fashions from while accompanying herself on the 10 gallon plastic pickle tub.
And Collins will recount his exploits as - the tale of the successful reprogramming of the M.I.T. virtual equipment to self-destruct, as it broadcasts the words:
ALL "Actual reality - Act Up - AIDS"
Excuse me - did I do something I get invited - then ignored all night
I've been trying - I'm not No one's perfect. I've got
Life's too short, babe, is flying I'm for baggage that goes with mine
I should you
I got too
I tell you
ROGER &
ALL and beer!
AZT
Me.