Time Measured With Sound!

Excuses! Bah! Who wants to read anything, ever? Why not remain in a huddling clairvoyance?

What speed do you dare to read at? Slow that down buster. Get off that bus, put down that cigarette, turn off that music and sit up straight at your desk. You can't even have any tea.

The best place to read corrosive fiction is on the merry go round. That way each word makes you angrier and angrier. Or turn up the radio, have some licorice and a pepsi, munch on a bagel with cream cheese, and then scribble into your dream journal. Who do you think you are? When you read your book, do you think the world goes away? Whatcha gonna get with all that book lernin' eh? A loaded noggin, too much of nuthin. That's my name, see. Chillax.

I just witnessed some intellectual grappling, some eevaysive manoovahs. A lil of this here is what a book should goddamn be, wahpow. But this movies purty cool, it's called once, and it's a cutsy luveedove, maybe it's just the accents and those sonic acrobatics- shees cute cause she dragged the vacuum cleaner around like a lil puppy, I like her, she's cuhlahd, I like er'- I Lyyyyke thisss Cuhlerd Grrrl... iiiiiii Lyyyyyyke thisss Colored grrl- I LIKE ER!
Woh, now there's all this sweet feelings happening on the moovee screeen. I LUV it when they're talking but you can't hear it, I hate to fucking hear them talkeee walk, I just want the guitars to come outa their mouths and the sky, dive-bombing my heart like the chimes of freedom did to the Vietcong.
(GOOD JOKE!)
oh, it's over. A nice lil movie, huh? That ONCe movie was pretty good you know, like, it's real, really really real hard, hard real, real like the credits and that title track.