ONE HUNDRED SIXTEEN

[tehpuck]

You can go out, dancing
And I'll write about you, dancing without you
And I'll shed a tear between my legs

When you were here, I missed you
Now that you're away, I'm out there without you
And I shed a tear between my legs

...Right. Yes, so, if any fuzzy little thing living under a rock didn't yet know, it seems to indeed be some new curse. Lovely

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[ishiah]

You have at least saved me asking whether you were affected. I-

Just call me angel of the morning, angel
Just touch my cheek before you leave me
Oh my baby
Just call me angel of the morning, angel
Then slowly turn away from me.

can now turn my computer off with impunity.

[tehpuck]

I'd say you make a perfect
Angel in the snow
All crushed out on the way you are
Better stop before it goes to far
Don't you know that I-

Hm. Anything for your peace of mind.

[ishiah]

Call it morbid curiosity. I haven't heard y-

You're a city that's pulling me still,
You keep me from sleeping and strengthen my will,
The gates they are strong but they open for song I
have heard.

you sing since they last held festivals to Dionysus. Sober, longer still.

[tehpuck]

I rarely find need to grace the public with my voice. You, on the other hand, you-

You'll say, don't fear your dreams, it's easier than it seems,
You'll say you'd never let me fall from hopes so high.
But never is a promise, and you can't afford to lie.

...You should get cursed like this more often.

[eastern_magic]

So this is what a curse is like.

[ooc: Not affected. Mostly curious.]

[tehpuck]

Obviously, yes. Thank you for your ever so astute observation, heaven only knows how we'd have breached that opinion, otherwise.

The wings are wide, the wings are wide.
Wild card inside, wild card inside.
Oh, I'll be the one who'll break my heart.
I'll be the one to hold the gun.

[eastern_magic]

Forgive me. I had not meant to irritate you.

[tehpuck]

I was irrated far before you came along, I assure you.

Oh, it's so embarrassing.
I'm this awkward and uncomprable thing,
and I'm running out of places to hide.

[kingofatlantis]

Heh, and just after people finally stopped discussing the snow, too.

[tehpuck]

Oh, I'm sure they'd still be yammering on about it if this tragety hadn't befallen my eardrums.

And the truth is, I’ve been dreaming of some tired, tranquil place
where the weather won’t get trapped inside my bones.
And if all these years of searching find one sympathetic face
then it's there I'll plant these seeds and make my home.

[kingofatlantis]

Yeah, you've a point. Could still be worse, m'sure.

[tehpuck]

It could always be worse. That doesn't mean I have to enjoy it.

[fun_in_here]

I'd call for an encore, but I'm --

like a bird, I'll only fly away
I don't know where my soul is, I don't know where my home is
and baby all I need for you to know is

--I hate that song!

[tehpuck]

I don't even seem to recognize the majority of my songs. Almost as if it-

it isn't so hard to get close to me
There will be no arguments
We will always agree
And I'll try and be kind when I ask you to leave
We'll both take it easy

...

[fun_in_here]

If the playlist is the deities' choice, I'm gonna have to say they've got crappy taste. Your one just now was folk rock, that's not so bad...

Can't blame you for bein' pissed off, though.

[tehpuck]

I can honestly count myself amongst those here who are less than musically inclined. After the first thousand years, it all starts to bleed together in one badly-written cacauphony.

The mind has so many pictures,
Why can't I sleep with my eyes open?
The mind has so many memories,
Can you remember what it looks like when I cry?