We got there in plenty perusal time, but was strangely not finding shit y'all. I combed the aisles twice and everything was just dead inside, no heart, no love, no funk, no punk, no depth, no spirit, just loads 'n' loads of Merona by Target.
But, then I felt that staring-beam-of-eyes-burning-in-your-back feeling. I turned and saw no one, but I did feel a presence. I tiptoed down the "designer" aisle and could almost hear a tiny heart gently thumping. Something was alive, not necessarily human--more like when you can hear rats trapp'd in the walls. Suddenly, there was a sort of gentle rustling vibration and I found the source. That rustling was the optical illusion of the coruscating, veiny, tripped-out tendrils of vibrance created by the one and only magic sweater. It was a lonesome, abandoned, orphaned, XL Coogi sweater summoning me to its rescue!
The Coogi sweater is not only fashion and art, it owns a historical journey unlike any other garment. It is hotly debatable as being the original "Cosby" sweater (many believe the original Cosby sweater was a Koos van den Akker and not a Coogi--there's even a Behind the Seams on VBS about it), and enjoyed a long run of fame for that. It was revived again, thrust into the limelight and immortalized through rap and images by Biggie ("Heartthrob, never / black and ugly as ever / However, I stay Coogi down to the socks / rings and watch filled with rocks"). What I did not realize until I could actually slip one on is that Coogi is actually a cognizant, invertebrate beast that feeds on humans to stay alive!
Once you put Coogi on, the fashion mystique is actually more akin to a mother's unconditional, nurturing instinct to protect her babies. Once Coogi is wrapped around your shoulders, its feeding time begins. You will bask in the enlightment that you have been reunited with the luxurious human pelt you knew your ancestors have somehow shed through evolution. It makes everything right. It completes you. Suddenly, every pore is a rainbow and you feel so fuzzy 'n' snugly like when Han Solo shoved Luke inside that dead Tauntaun.. if the Tauntuan was rainbow colored and without the stink pink steaming intestines.
Coogi's texture is sorta like turning a magical pegasus inside out. The Coogi design is a disorienting synthesis of colors and patterns conceived to hypnotize humans and lock their eyes into a holding position as they fall further into their own mind's eye of abysmal terror. This is why I assume Biggie wore them to thwart enemies. He ensnared them inside the tangled booby-trap of a Coogi pattern. Its like a stun gun for the pupils. Its better than a disguise, because no one is looking at your face. The Coogi traps the eyes inside a hyper-web and will not let go until it has safely escaped from sight. Coogis also use the art of sensual seduction to prey on victims. The dance of their slithery bands of woggly pattern is like having an infinity of charmed cobras and belly dancers on your chest.
Somehow we left the thrift without buying Coogi. The price seemed to high at the time (half off pink tags though). But when we got home the immediate feeling of regret set in and I knew I had made a terrible mistake. The Coogi had dropped its woolly pheromone charm and I had become an anguished mother separated from my baby.
Sadly, I had to leave early the next morning, after sweaty night terrors involving Coogi pattern dreams weaving me in and out of fevered unconsciousness.
I took the train home, my eyes searching for a Coogi in the crowds. Ebay searches lead to some fine specimens (I found a t-shirt of a creepy drug-dealing Popeye wearing a Coogi sweater that I now also sorta have to have) but they just weren't like my baby.
I got a late night call from my friend Paul who told me he had returned to the thrift to save Coogi for me. But the Coogi baby had gone back to its original price and he was not able to cover for me. Abruptly, like a laser of Coogi magic, a sudden peculiar, shaky-voiced woman made a possessed announcement over the loudspeaker: Everything in the store, not just pink tags this time, would be half off! Coogi obviously made this miracle happen so he would return to my bosom!
But clearly this also happened so everyone could enjoy a full day of half-off shopping! Paul promised to ship my Coogi today and I can't wait to fall adrift into the psychedelia of Coogi. Ill never have to take LSD again, and I'll be cozy and snug for fall.
POPEYE COOGI!
Posted by: noiiiiiiiice | 21/09/2009 at 16:41
ooooooooooooh fuck! i gotta get a tauntaun sleeping bag. the zipper is a light saber!!!!
Posted by: rusty | 21/09/2009 at 16:42
Corky + Coogi = Corgi?
Posted by: TK | 21/09/2009 at 16:48
OH MY Fucking GOD! He's sleeping in a soft grey blanket of Tauntaun guts! But why is the Tauntaun smiling? It's dead.
Posted by: Dad | 21/09/2009 at 22:07
those coogis are fake
Posted by: tony | 22/09/2009 at 06:36
There's probably LSD interwoven in the fabric of that silly sweater your wearing. The shirt is pretty rad though; Popeye counting his spinach.
Posted by: Jono | 22/09/2009 at 15:35
You totally forgot Kevin McHale. Sheeeeesh.
Posted by: jermajesty | 22/09/2009 at 16:38
youre friend, paul, is totally in love with you. otherwise, hed have the balls to tell you how played out this whole "look at my wacky sweater" thing is. or atleast not take part and just let you play dress up with your girlfriends (but then again i guess you are...)
stop writing in such a cutesy manner. its not funny, being chill-girl hot is the only reason anyone laughs at anything you say. ill bet youve read every chuck klosterman book...
hahahaha FACE.
coogis do rule tho.
Posted by: Mc SoFly | 22/09/2009 at 18:53
i love your articles. i don't understand why you write for a magazine made by over-privileged yuppies on provigil who think glamourizing child rape makes them "street." but i love your articles.
Posted by: whatyourmomsaid | 23/09/2009 at 04:32
Mc SoFly chose the most played out play on pop culture-who's he/she kidding???? stop hating yourself Mc...eh, i can't even type that sad shit twice FACE!
Posted by: GogglesForTheFuture09 | 23/09/2009 at 07:00
*** i don't understand why you write for a magazine made by over-privileged yuppies on provigil who think glamourizing child rape makes them "street."***
ha ha ha nailed it !
Posted by: Lola | 27/09/2011 at 04:04
Margaret Hall - Dear BenYou are a precious gift from God to our flimay. From the moment we were surprised at Christmas of the pregnancy to the first time I held you it was instance love. Your birth was an emotional time for the entire flimay. Everyone was so happy and delighted. It is hard to imagine life before you darling baby boy.Love Auntie Peg
Posted by: ASIR | 05/05/2012 at 11:08
davevil:lo que hubiera dado por tener una de esas cundao era pequef1o, aun no era fan de satr wars pero seria mas feliz de lo que soy, tambien hubiera sido genial una casita del arbol, porque en esa cosa en la casa puede que cobrara vida ya vez como pedimos deseos a esa edad y los pediamos con gran pasion :), que a lo mejor un dia de estos destruirias la casa, como me acuerdo cundao era Cerillito, cada 10-15 dias me compraba un batman, superman, hotwheels, toutles ninja etc. es que eran carisimos, como lo mismo de hoy 30-100€ algunos jugetes que antes era mucha mucha plata, yo ni sabia cuanto era el dinero solo que me acompletaba 2 batman y juntaba para la aguarida y carro de batman que esos eran los mas caros arriba de 100€[mode leonard ON]cada vez que voy al mandado me paseo por toda la tienda y paso por los jugetes despistadamente :-ba silbando (marcha imperial) tisss, tisss*3 (el sonido del carrito del super)[mode leonard OFF]lamentablemente simpre la mayor parte del dinero va al alcohol2€ jamon, 2€ panes, 30€ de cerveza corona(como 3X24), creo que seria mejor gastarlo en jugetesaccesorios de corona.
Posted by: Luigi | 07/05/2012 at 05:47