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My God. I am so grateful to the amazing people I have in my life.

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..and can't believe I have to go out for cigarettes at this hour.

Such is the life of the junkie.

You know.

I guess I'll never really be alone.

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Sometimes? I could just scream it out, at the top of my lungs. Make you all SEE IT. ACKNOWLEDGE IT. KNOW IT.

But it would freak you all out, I think.

Hush.

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Specialist, by Interpol


you make me lose my buttons oh yeah you make me spit
I don’t like my clothes anymore
we’re spending time and money yeah you’re colder than yourself
now we’re moving now we’re taking control

you make me lose my buttons oh yeah you make me spit
I don’t like my clothes anymore
you take me to New Orleans where you put me to the test
I know what my heart is for

you reach out for blanket I say girl you’ve got something
I love how you wear it
now we’re spending time and money yeah you’re colder than yourself
now we’re moving now we’re taking control

Love will get you down

my love's a laboratory
I set all my pets free
so baby you should sleep with me

I make trips to the bathroom
yeah my friends all have true grit
I am speckled like a leopard

put a lid on Shirley Temple
yeah you make sleek kills
yeah you travel you travel
you park me in your buick
you sing songs into my lips
well i am speckled like a leopard
just like a leopard

trust will get you down
I love the way
you put me in the big house
I love the way
you put me in the big house

If I get there early will it be the right time
our heaven is just waiting so put your hand into mine
if I get too surly will you take that in stride
our boat is just there waiting so put your little hand in mine

and speak when you’re spoken of
catch up on your sleep girl
when you wear that body glove
you’re acting on initiative
and you’re spelling out your love
you shouldn’t be alone in there
you could be above ground

all i want is to be the very best for you
all i want is to be the very best for you

oh this time
there'll be no life of crime
don't rain on me tonight

circle around me now baby it’ll be ok
cause we all go downtown sometimes
somehow baby we’ll beat this mess
it’s the time fuck the surface to meet the specialist

time away from me
will get you down
I love the way you put me in the big house
I love the way you put me in the big house

If I get there early will it be the right time
our heaven is just waiting is just waiting so put your hand into mine
if I get too surly will you take that in stride
our boat is just there waiting so put your little hand in mine

and speak when you’re spoken of
catch up on your sleep
when you wear that body clock
you’re acting on initiative
and you’re spelling out your love
you shouldn’t be alone in there
you could be above ground

If you're frustrated then go
If you're frustrated then go

honey bee, we should be through with this,
your packaged eyes, your vicious lips
You could be young, but you're out of touch
If this loves been done, then what's your rush?

I'm a specialist in hope and I'm registered to vote
Why don't you come into my barrio we'll see if you can float
I'm a specialist in hope and I'm registered to vote
Why don't you come into my barrio we'll see if you can float

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Runs thru my veins like icy lightning; it does. Shooting fast and faster, still; from the roots of my hair, to my fingertips, setting them alight.

Shake, Dog, Shake.

I could put my fist through the wall, in this state..in this self. Skin myself alive and just expand and flow and seep into all the secret, shadowed corners.

But I'm behaving, Melorphia. I am.

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I think they are putting me on A Wing, tonight. Yay. 'Cos of O and his constant ringing and kvetching and halfway-out-of-bed Olympics..also the Cussing Lady, and the Wandering L and the Oh, So Magnificent Sam -- who was to be moved there, 'cos his money's running out -- I can just imagine what sort of mood THAT will put him in...Jeebus..

Because I am the only one who doesn't complain. What a maroon.

Bev was ready to walk out the other night 'cos of it. A Wing needs more than one freakin' aide, these days. It's not just 'cos it's thirty-some people (like the other wings), but because of the people themselves...ALL high-risk, ALL tremendously demanding. It's just not the walk in the park that it used to be. But the UpperUps refuse to acknowledge that fact.

Five washups and a shower? Plus, two sets of rounds and all the vitals..Plus, all that? C'mon. Good luck with that, right?

I will take Paul with me, and be stoic, heh. And just do the best I can.

No one's called/emailed me about Ida, yet. I wish I was on MY wing, so I could keep an eye on her. Every $%^& time they put me on A Wing, one of my people dies.

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DJ has started a weekly newsletter. Are you ready for this? I'm not, really...'The Weekly Anarchist'..Heh.

Oh, the apple truly does not fall far from the tree..

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Lovely time at the laundrymat. LOVE those remixes..and the SmiffyPic is nearly completed. Couldn't have cared less about the people milling around, trying to look at it. They were a blur.

Go ahead. Look. He's pretty.