i am rotating, around and in. and and and “barbarella is my favorite movie,” she said; that time we rented it from kim’s in the village and the vhs was awful quality and and and then we went to the bar, the one where they wouldn’t serve me shots; that one next to where bering strait was practicing in the basement, with sam on drums. and and and we watched it in my apartment, she said. watched it and you were a huge asshole; you were such an ass; i can’t believe we ever went out. and that was the night you treated me like i was a porn star and i cried after, she said. and i think and then, and then, that same year, when andru played the same song in sticky rice, up on the top floor when we dj-ed as bill&ted, the strobe lights flashing on shitty turntables; french house from 1999, that was the same song; he played the same song that we heard in kim’s that time and it all comes rushing in like a tide in fast-forward. and that is the song; that is it. that and and and that is it; so perfectly timestamped, dated, to that year, those times; i can see it all in front of me when that song comes on; you, sticky rice, andru, strobes, shitty sex. good job. good job, that is what this song is to me and no matter how i try and rewire my memories, my own memories, that’s what comes out, like a bad slot machine.
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