Last night I fulfilled all of my childhood dreams with Miss Cutie Pants by my side. We went and saw O'N'J. (Olivia Newton John, fuck wads)
She had a full scale orchestra and a band. She played all of my favorite songs but one. She played tons of stuff off of Grease AND Xanadu. (those of you who are hip to Xanadu should know how fucking cool that is) She even sang a song from the perspective of a tree in the Amazon Rain Forest. We had goose bumps and chills the whole time. My nipples were as hard as nuggets of plutonium. It was breathtaking. She was an angel. I felt like I was seven.
And I Honestly Love You and Hopelessly Devoted to You brought tears to our eyes.
She was beautiful.
And I really, really like a boy.
She had a full scale orchestra and a band. She played all of my favorite songs but one. She played tons of stuff off of Grease AND Xanadu. (those of you who are hip to Xanadu should know how fucking cool that is) She even sang a song from the perspective of a tree in the Amazon Rain Forest. We had goose bumps and chills the whole time. My nipples were as hard as nuggets of plutonium. It was breathtaking. She was an angel. I felt like I was seven.
And I Honestly Love You and Hopelessly Devoted to You brought tears to our eyes.
She was beautiful.
And I really, really like a boy.
We Love O.N.J.!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
last night I went to this party and I was talking to someone about the Magick ov O.N.J. and they were laughing and I was like, "no, I'm serious man, it's no joke. she's fucking MAGICKAL!" and right then on the stereo the song repeated back the word MAGICK much too our surprise...and I said, "see...it's true..ha ha I'm just kidding" and directly thereafter we heard a strange sample ov a guy saying "let's get physical" over and over again. it was kind ov shocking...astonishing...she was communicating with us...subconsciously or something...project, receive...project, receive...transmissions