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[tehpuck]

Well, while everyone’s otherwise occupied with the vital task of making me deaf, I’d like to make short and sweet mention of what hopefully will not become a crucial factor in my continued life, here or otherwise.

Everyone?

This is... someone. I’m not really sure. I don’t really careThe important thing is, however unfortunately for him, he isn

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[reaping_havoc]

Oh. Okay, I was wondering.

Alcohol, my permanent accessory
Alcohol, a party-time necessity
Alchool, alternative to feeling like yourself
O alcohol, I still drink to your health

I love you more than I did the week before
I discovered alcohol

[tehpuck]

Do you actually think I'd say something like that?

Should I choose a noble occupation
If I did I'd only show up late and
Sick and they would stare at me with hatred
Plus my only natural talent's wasted on my alcoholic friends
My alcoholic friends

[reaping_havoc]

I thought you'd hit your head or something.

You're not allowed to be loud
At the library
At the art museum
Or at a play
But when you and your partner
Are doing the nasty
Don't behave like you're
At the ballet!
Cause you can be as loud as
The hell you want
When you're making love

[tehpuck]

Thank you for having so much faith in my survival tactics.

I'm trying hard
Not to be ashamed
Not to know the name
Of who is waking up beside me
Or the date, the season or the city
But at least the ceiling's very pretty

[reaping_havoc]

I do-

Like anyone would be
I am flattered by your fascination with me
Like any hot blooded woman
I have simply wanted an object to crave
But you're not allowed
You're uninvited
An unfortunate slight

...I do too have faith. But sometimes things get out of your control.

[tehpuck]

he’s been trying with limited success
to get this girl let him get into her dress
but every time he thinks he’s getting close
she threatens death before he gets a chance

No. They don't. And if they do, it's because I let them tie me up, not because I hit my head and think I'm some type of vampiric royalty.

[reaping_havoc]

It's like alternate 1985-Robin.

It's the perfect time of year
Somewhere far away from here
I feel fine enough, I guess
Considering everything's a mess.

[tehpuck]

I'm going to take that as a complement, thank you, Georgia.

You're every kind of color
There ain't nothing that you won't claim
Your ambition and promise
And your addiction to fame
And everyone's got a dollar sign
After their name
When somebody wants you
You treat them just the same

[reaping_havoc]

You are welcome, Robin.

In olden days a glimpse of stocking
Was looked on as something shocking,
But now, God knows;
Anything goes.

Good authors too who once knew better words,
Now only use four letter words
Writing prose,
Anything goes.

[tehpuck]

And besides testing the resilience of my ears, how has your day been so far?

[reaping_havoc]

Shitty.

[tehpuck]

And my singing didn't make it any better? I'm hurt.

[reaping_havoc]

If anything, it makes it worse.

[tehpuck]

Well, then, I'll just have to spare you, won't I?

[reaping_havoc]

Please do.

With love you can sing
Of the joy that it can bring
With love you can fly
On a rainbow in the sky.

[tehpuck]

Good to know I'm so appreciated.