Found form: Sounds of the city, 7:20 a.m. and p.m.
Photo: “Dc Art Walk 10″ by “bullneck” on flickr
7:20 a.m.
Clickity clickity. fwip. fwip.
“Hola Amigo, que tal? A que hora? Que?”
“And then like I was telling him and he said… wait, what? no that’s what I’m saying.”
Click click click. Meep meep. Whaa wah whaaa wah waaaah wah.
“Hello? Margaret? Yah, there’s a problem with the bus, so I’m just going now. Yeah. I’m walking. I’ll be there soon. But listen can you send the email to…”
doomp da doomp da doomp hey hey hey magic lady
thumpity thumpity thumpity
psssssshhhhhh psssssssssssshhhh eeeeeeeek thump.
“mama! where does that lady go?”
clickity clickity vweep vweep vweep “hey, jim?! It’s Ron! Yes! Yes!”
clickity click fwaaamp fwaaamp.
7:20 p.m.
click click. beep beep beep.
vweep v
weep vweep “Hello, Marla? MARLA?”
clickity clickity clickity clickity.
Wouldn’t it be nice if we were older then we wouldn’t have to work so hard….
“Wait, over here? Here? Oh, over there? okay, right.”
fip! fip! yip! grrrrrrrawww!
My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard.And this one
“Can I have it? this one? DAD!!!???”
“No, when we get off… when we get to Bethesda.”
“WHY??”
doo-noo, wah noo, doo noo, wah noo
“Why are you trying to make it, you’re like making it sound like I’m like trying to force you into staying in a house you don’t want to or something. That is what you’re saying, all the time! Why are you doing that?!”
clickity clickity clickity
HEY!? Is that your bike?
