While reading garrity's lj, I was struck by the lack of a Talk Like A Beatnik Day. We need a day like this.
I mean, without this day, we'll loose important cultural heritage, man! Like a whole way of speaking would circle the drain. Freedom, man, freedom itself would be forgotten if we're forgetting our roots of fighting the man, man. I mean wow. Like the Universe would sigh and rain its woe on the heads of future generations. Where would the Scoo-dop-a-wah come from to inspire the kids? What would happen to all the bongoes? Bongo Heaven, man, Bongo Heaven. And no more snapping to applaud the cool? That way lies the 80s, man, and its conformist, soul crushing bone-itis. How're the cats gonna swing free? Like how'll they know Howl? You gotta sing man and by sing I mean groove. By groove I mean swing loose. Loose like the lions on the waves, man! Swimming their freedom 'cause they're not gonna let the man tell 'em where to stand!
What was I talking about again?
Oh yeah, The Man, man! He can't make you work when you need to jive, so tell him where to put it and find yourself a coffee house, like a real one. It's gotta be real or its all, like fake, man, fake.