Jello Biafra is the SHIT!!!!!!
well, i just got back from the jello spoken work performance in olympia. it was fantastic!!!!!!!!
we got there like 5 min before it was supposed to start so i was a little worried that it was all going to be sold out. it wasn't thank god. bacause? that. was. fantastic.
i feel like my brain is on fire. there are all these real, deep, political thoughts running through my head at once, i'm loving it. i want to go out and start a revloution, end "bush-ism," over throw "king george the second," and put an end to "propajenda." i want to get out there and do something, i want to open the eyes of all the little greener trustafarians, have them put down the pot, and stop being so fucking stoned that all they can do is talk about revloution with out acctually doing anything about it. those are direct quotes by the way...
i took careful notes the entire time. on my arm. with a sharpie. i wans't intending to, but he kept saying things i wanted to remember, so i rummaged in my bag and found a sharpie and just started writing. my left arm, below the elbow is covered in notes! there are pics of that and a tiny photo i took of jello on my phone. i feel so empowed right now, like i could really do something. it's not a feeling i'm used to, but it's something i love.
the top of my arm
the inside of my arm
jello, on stage, ranting
i also dont think i've laughed so hard in a looooonnnngggggg time. he stared to talk about his highschool math teacher at one point and i was doubbled over in my seat laughing so fucking hard i had my arms on the ground to keep me from falling out of my seat. well that's all, but i'll leave y'all a few pearls of wisdom...
"one, two, three, fork, bacon"
"angle a connects to angle b connects to angle cunt. OOPS!"
"uber vegan"
"how drunk WAS he?!"
"condi is like a preying mantis"
we got there like 5 min before it was supposed to start so i was a little worried that it was all going to be sold out. it wasn't thank god. bacause? that. was. fantastic.
i feel like my brain is on fire. there are all these real, deep, political thoughts running through my head at once, i'm loving it. i want to go out and start a revloution, end "bush-ism," over throw "king george the second," and put an end to "propajenda." i want to get out there and do something, i want to open the eyes of all the little greener trustafarians, have them put down the pot, and stop being so fucking stoned that all they can do is talk about revloution with out acctually doing anything about it. those are direct quotes by the way...
i took careful notes the entire time. on my arm. with a sharpie. i wans't intending to, but he kept saying things i wanted to remember, so i rummaged in my bag and found a sharpie and just started writing. my left arm, below the elbow is covered in notes! there are pics of that and a tiny photo i took of jello on my phone. i feel so empowed right now, like i could really do something. it's not a feeling i'm used to, but it's something i love.
the top of my arm
the inside of my arm
jello, on stage, ranting
i also dont think i've laughed so hard in a looooonnnngggggg time. he stared to talk about his highschool math teacher at one point and i was doubbled over in my seat laughing so fucking hard i had my arms on the ground to keep me from falling out of my seat. well that's all, but i'll leave y'all a few pearls of wisdom...
"one, two, three, fork, bacon"
"angle a connects to angle b connects to angle cunt. OOPS!"
"uber vegan"
"how drunk WAS he?!"
"condi is like a preying mantis"