“bouncing out of the freaking roar” by Julia at her desk

Sunday October 27, 2019
8:36pm
5 minutes
The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test
Tom Wolfe

On the bus, I’m on the bus, I’m wailin’
watch me wail, mamma, watch me wail, darlin’
And the whole bus bumpity bumpity bump bumps
and the whole bus hummitty hummity hum hums
and the whole bus shakes and rattles and roars
and it roars
it roars out the windows and back again
it drills out orders and broken conventions
it figures it out as if there were nothing
to figure out and the whole bus, the whole bus
it’s rip roaring, out the roar, bouncing
and it’s ripppppp roaring with the handles
flicked free, they’re all flicked free and our
faces are all flicked freeeee
as an eagle song, free as an eagle bird bouncing
bouncing in and out of the bus, the bus, the whole bus
With the pick me ups and the bring me downs we’re
all back and around, top, bottom, back and around
the whole thing
the whole bus is the proverb, the journey, the taste
the medicine, the magic, the metaphor, the mooooooon
the whole moon is the whole bus and we’re riding the
waves, the tides in and out and the moonie moon moon is
pulling us a stop in the woods, a stop on this bus in
the woods so we can see ourselves in the reflection
the reflecty flec flection, the easy beezy buzzzy
was he…..was he….was he on the bus? was he on
the bus or on the moon? Or in the mOOn or in the MooN
was he us he or is he thus we are all the moon and
the bus and the big beautiful glowing dream of a thing
watch me wail mamma, on the bus, i’m wailin’
watch me whale, whaley wail WAIL