This is in reference to a CocoRosie song

The angels hair is a meadow of gold surfacing sweetly into the rhythms of our sex fasten to wings. It’s a marigold. The world of flight surfaced after we conquered the underworld of fiery sea waters. I trembled in thought. My eyes bounced back and forth gazed fixed on everything and nothing and something and anything.
We made out while bill and ted had a bogus adventure. The market is going up and we’re having a picnic inside wits and candles abound.
Oh my, you made me laugh.
If angel is back with her marigolds and telling me not to dare you. I’m sorry but my libido got the best of me. I’m a horny little fuck aren’t I?
We have seven slots open and it’s my birthday. I’m gallivanting off to have adventures far beyond the world of ecstasy!
This time I hope the world stops spinning.

This is Olympia.

I’ve been laying in bed, counting the hours as if they were minutes. I went to see someone about a job the other day and they fired me before I began. Said I was too old, too young and too fat. I am short, fat and have a limp. Remember me this way and not some romanticized nonsense you poets like to. Don’t write me in iambic pentameter or haiku. I deserve free verse god damnit.

Anyways, my coffees gone cold and I’m working backwards again. What I am trying to say is that I meant it when I told you that the virgin mary took mine, sweet jesus watching the bastard. He saved my soul alright, saved it for himself.

We sat watching the sun set and an old transistor radio sang French accordion music and we waltz gently in the breeze, the wine going to our hearts and heads.

We woke the next morning ashamed and embarrassed. I looked at the upside spoon and laughed and you asked why and I couldn’t answer. It seemed funny a moment ago.