Innuendo

Everybody knows that the dice are loaded
Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed
Everybody knows that the war is over
Everybody knows the good guys lost
Everybody knows the fight was fixed
The poor stay poor, the rich get rich
That’s how it goes
Everybody knows

Everybody knows that the boat is leaking
Everybody knows that the captain lied
Everybody got this broken feeling
Like their father or their dog just died

Everybody talking to their pockets
Everybody wants a box of chocolates
And a long stem rose
Everybody knows

Everybody knows that you love me baby
Everybody knows that you really do
Everybody knows that you’ve been faithful
Ah give or take a night or two
Everybody knows you’ve been discreet
But there were so many people you just had to meet
Without your clothes
And everybody knows

Everybody knows, everybody knows
That’s how it goes
Everybody knows

And everybody knows that it’s now or never
Everybody knows that it’s me or you
And everybody knows that you live forever
Ah when you’ve done a line or two
Everybody knows the deal is rotten
Old Black Joe’s still pickin’ cotton
For your ribbons and bows
And everybody knows

And everybody knows that the Plague is coming
Everybody knows that it’s moving fast
Everybody knows that the naked man and woman
Are just a shining artifact of the past
Everybody knows the scene is dead
But there’s gonna be a meter on your bed
That will disclose
What everybody knows

And everybody knows that you’re in trouble
Everybody knows what you’ve been through
From the bloody cross on top of Calvary
To the beach of Malibu
Everybody knows it’s coming apart
Take one last look at this Sacred Heart
Before it blows
And everybody knows

-Everybody knows

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I may have just gotten a freelance gig doing what I’m best at… for a ridiculously good rate. Training. Holy hell.

My first consultation would be next week.

Maybe four hours a week. Maybe six.

If word spreads, I may end up embarking on a very, very unconventional career.

Heh.

“Why have you got half a brick, there?”

“I’m saving up for a house.”

-Sam Vimes - Night Watch by Terry Prachett

Keys in hand, we move as One.

:surfaces and grabs a breath:

OK- real quck, the flu has kicked my ass soundly since Xmas. I am only beginning to feel normal now.

Due to Hard Drive failure, I am unable to access my address book, and have been unable to for weeks- so if you have not heard from me(Gail, Giamio) it’s because of my inability to get contact info- just drop me a note and I’ll prove I’m still alive.

Some funny stuff later, as an insane spectre from my past continues to publically humiliate herself for my entertainment, and that of sane people everywhere.

First I cut off my left ring finger. I don’t remember doing that- but it was gone. It only seemed appropriate, though.

At some point, standing on the street, I severed my left arm below the elbow. I then spent some time burning the severed limb with a lighter, admiring it, adorning it, scarring and burning patterns into it.

I put it in a bag, and started making my way home. I realized that I only had one arm, looked at the stump, and began to panic, knowing I could not reattach it. I beganto wonder if I needed help, who to go to. I made my way through an almosty familiar city, unable to reead the subway signs, but recognizing the colors of the lines- which made me realize that I did not know which way my home was, and that my arm was never, ever going to grow back. Irrevocable, terrible loss, of my own doing.

When I woke up, I stared at my arm for a long time, flexing it, making certain it was real.

You know… Like you do.

Neil Gaiman - American Gods

I spent the day alone- most of the last few days, really.

It sucked, but in the end, it was just what I needed. I had to muscle through things. The same old crap, not worh talking about, not worth anyone’s time. Not worth my own. But there, nonetheless.

:dusts himself off:

Back to work.