i love to walk past this crazy community garden on ave a that had a junk pyramid. the junk pyramid has now vanished but it still gave me the security the same way the dog park in thompkin square park does. small amounts of normal in a vast amount of abnormal.
so i headed to the junk garden one afternoon. i could hear fun music coming from there and in a trance went straight for the entrance only to be accosted by a large woman that i ignored. all i could focus on was trying to get as close to where the music was coming from, feeling like miranda in picnic at hanging rock the lure of the pan flute, but this time the lure was the depths of the trombone i could hear - i literally could not stop myself. but as she tried to stop me again from getting any closer, i was like, 'lady i am just wanting to get to the music'...let me past god damn it.
'honey it's a wedding PRIVATE! you actually need to leave' whoops. so i then watched from outside the garden..
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