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No, please no not tonight please no
Mister can't you go not tonight can't have a scene
What?
Go please go you hello sir
I said no important customer
What am I, just a blur?
You sit all night you never buy
That's a lie, that's a lie
I had a tea the other day
You couldn't pay
Benjamin Coffin the Thrid, here
Oh yeah
Oh no
The enemy of Avenue A we'll stay
Oy vey, what brings the mogul in his own mind to the life cafe?
I would like to propose a toast to Maureen's noble try
It went well was the yuppie scum stomped
Go to hell
Not counting the homeless how many tickets weren't comped
Why did Muffy miss the show?
Alison
There was a death in the family if you must know
Who died?
Our Akita
Mimi, I'm surprised a bright and charming girl like you
Hangs out with these slackers who don't adhere to deals
They make fun yet I am the one
Attempting to do some good
Or do you really want a neighborhood
Where people piss on your stoop every night?
Bohemia, Bohemia's a fallacy in your head
This is Calcutta
Bohemia is dead
Dearly beloved, we gather here to say our goodbyes
Here she lies
No one knew her worth
The late great daughter of Mother Earth
On these nights when we celebrate the birth
In that little town of Bethlehem
We raise our glass you bet your ass to
La Vie Bohème
To days of inspiration playing hookey making something
Out of nothing, the need to express to communicate
To going against the grain going insane, going mad
To loving tension, no pension to more than one dimension
To starving for attention hating convention hating pretension
Not to mention of course hating dear old mom and dad
To riding your bike, midday past the three piece suits
To fruits to no absolutes
To absolut, to choice to the village Voice
To any passing fad to being an us for once
Instead of a them
Is the equipment in a pyramid it is Maureen
The mixer doesn't have a case don't give me that face
Huh
Hey Mister, she's my sister
So that's five miso soup four seaweed salad
Three soy burger dinner two tofu dog platter
And one pasta with meatless balls
Uh it tastes the same
If you close your eyes
And thirteen orders of fries is that it here
To hand-crafted beers made
To hand-crafted beers made in local breweries in local breweries
To yoga, to yogurt
To yoga, to yogurt to rice and beans and cheese to rice and beans and cheese
To leather, to dildos
To leather, to dildos to curry Vindaloo to curry Vindaloo
To Huevos Rancheros
To Huevos Rancheros and Maya Angelou and Maya Angelou
Emotion, devotion
Emotion, devotion to causing a commotion to causing a commotion
Creation, vacation
Creation, vacation mucho masturbation
Compassion, to fashion
Compassion, to fashion to passion, when it's new to passion when it's new
To sontag, to sondheim
To anything taboo
Ginsberg, Dylan
Cunningham and Cage
Lenny Bruce
Langston Hughe
To the stage, to uta
To uta, To Buddha
Pablo Neruda too
Pablo Neruda too
And wipe the speakers off before you pack yes, Maureen
Well, hurry back
Sisters
We're close
To marijuana
Waiter, Waiter, Waiter
In honor of the death of Bohemia
An impromptu salon will commence immediately following dinner
Mimi Marquez clad only in bubble wrap
Will perform her famous lawnchair handcuff dance
To the sounds of iced tea being stirred
And Mark Cohen will preview his new documentary about his inability to hold and an erection on by high holy days
And Maureen Johnson back from her spectacular one night performance at the eleventh Street Lot
Will sind Native American tribal chants backwards through her vocoder
While accompaning herself on her electric piano which she has never studied
Your new boyfriend doesn't know about us
There's nothing to know
Don't you think that we should discuss? it was three months ago
He doesn't act like he's with you
We're taking it slow
Where is he now?
Uh-huh
He's right, where'd he go?
And Roger will attempt to write a bitter sweet evocative song
That doesn't remind us of 'Musetta's Waltz'
Angel Dumott Schunard will model her latest fall fashions from Paris
While accompanying herself on the ten-gallon plastic pickle tub
And Collins will recount his exploits as anarchist
Including the tale of his successful reprogramming of the MIT virtual reality equipment to self-destruct
As it broadcasts the words
Check
Excuse me
Did I do something wrong?
I get invited then ignored all night long
I've been trying
I'm not lying
No one's perfect
I've got baggage
Life's too short babe time is flying
I'm looking for baggage that goes with mine
I should tell you, sould tell you
I've got baggage too baggage wine and beer
AZT break
You
Me, you
Mimi

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