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So they say you're trouble, boy
Just because you like to destroy
All the things that bring the idiots joy
Well, what's wrong with a little destruction?

And the Kunst won't talk to you
Because you kissed St Rollox Adieu
Because you robbed a supermarket or two
Well, who gives a damn about the profits of Tesco?

Did I see you in a limousine
Flinging out the fish and the unleavened
Turn the rich into wine
Walk on the mean
The fallen are the virtuous among us
Walk among us
Never judge us
Yeah we're all...

Up now and get 'em, boy
Up now and get 'em, boy
Drink to the devil
death to the doctors

Did I see you in a limousine
Flinging out the fish and the unleavened
Five thousand users fed today
As you feed us
Won't you lead us
To be blessed

So we stole and drank Champagne
On the seventh seal you said you never feel pain
"I never feel pain, won't you hit me again?"
"I need a bit of black and blue to be a rotation"

In my blood I feel the bubbles burst
There was a flash of fist, an eyebrow burst
You've a lazy laugh and a red white shirt
I fall to the floor fainting at the sight of blood

Did I see you in a limousine
Flinging out the fish and the unleavened
Turn the rich into wine
Walk on the mean
Be they Magdalen or virgin you've already been
You've already been and we've already seen
That the fallen are the virtuous among us
Walk among us
Never judge us
to be blessed

So I'm sorry if I ever resisted
I never had a doubt that you ever existed
I only have a problem when people insist on
Taking their hate and placing it on your name

So they say you're trouble, boy
Just because you like to destroy
You are the word, the word is 'destroy'
I break this bottle and think of you fondly

Did I see you in a limousine
Flinging out the fish and the unleavened
To the whore in a hostel
Or the scum of a scheme
Turn the rich into wine
Walk on the mean
It's not a jag in the arm
It's a nail in the beam
On this barren Earth
You scatter your seed
Be they Magdalen or virgin
You've already been
Yeah, you've already been
and we've already seen
That the fallen are the virtuous among us
Walk among us
If you judge us
We're all damned

--Franz Ferdinand, "The Fallen"

I'm really...tired.
I feel a little irked, but that doesn't matter. Gemini needs the space more than I need her help. But I have five shirts to screen-print, alone, by nine-o'-clock tomorrow morning, and it makes me fiercely unhappy, considering they were supposed to be done by Thursday afternoon.

Scott is such a gentleman. We all went out to dinner together at the Wild Rose Cafe downtown, and he paid for dinner, and we walked to his car to pick up the katana David had left in it, and we talked about dishes and rugby and weird s**t like C.S. Lewis actually being a woman.
I played Rock Band, which was fun, and got compliments, even though I only knew a few of the songs and most of the time was kinda improvising...
I normally hate singing in front of people, but after the first song I told myself I was doing it out of altruism, to unlock bonus songs for the competition tomorrow, and that kind of relaxed me and made the butterflies in my stomach go away.

I love you. I thought of you tonight, and it made things a little bit worse (because you weren't there) but a whole lot better (because I knew, if I told you about my day, anything you said would make me stop feeling awful and sorry for myself.)

Now off to work on screen-printing.
CURSES.