Let’s run out to the end of the fence
Where our world ends
Give no care to offense
and see how our words bend
Let’s run out past the breakers
and tear this old sea down
Swim until we can’t see
At the point where we almost drown
Let’s run out past the hills
And roll and roll and roll
See what’s hiding beyond the windowsill
and let nature take its toll
Let’s run out past the fence
With nothing but our lives
We’ll run out past that fence
And see how long we can survive.
crickets— i actually ate some before lol
Ew. Why in the world did you do that? Was it a dare?
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I love Clutch so very, very much.
Electric Worry – Clutch
Well you made me weep and you made me moan
When you caused me to leave, child, my happy home.
But someday, baby, you ain’t gonna worry my life anymore.
I get satisfaction everywhere I go.
Where I lay my head – that’s where I call home.
Whether barren pines, or the mission stair,
Take tomorrow’s collar and give ‘em back the glare.
Bang, bang, bang, bang! Vamanos, vamanos.
Bang, bang, bang! Vamanos, vamanos.
You told everybody in the neighborhood
what a dirty mistreater. That I was no good.
But someday, baby, you ain’t gonna worry my life anymore.
Doctor or lawyer, I’ll never be.
Life of a drifter – only life for me,
You can have your riches, all the gold you saved.
Cause’ ain’t room for one thing in everybody’s grave.
Bang, bang, bang, bang! Vamanos, vamanos!
Bang, bang, bang! Vamanos, vamanos!
If I had money, like Henry Ford,
Lord, I’d have me a woman, yeah on every road.
But Someday, baby, you ain’t gonna worry my life any more.
Invocation of the dummies, requiem for the dead,
Cash in at the corner, piles of street cred.
I get satisfaction everywhere I go.
One day baby, you’ll worry me no more.
Bang, bang, bang, bang! Vamanos, vamanos!
Bang, bang, bang! Vamanos, vamanos!
Muses glimmer
Your touch has moons, it is gifted.
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“Hey, Charlie! Hey! Hey, Charlie!! FUCK YOU, CHARLIE!”
She was hanging out behind the skating rink again. He always knew when she was there because every day he worked, he was greeted by the same call.
“Hey, man. Why is that crazy chick always screaming at you? Isn’t your name Brian?” His friend, Ted was waiting at the door for him.
“I have no idea. Maybe she thinks I’m someone else. I never thought to stop and ask. I don’t waste my time on the crazies.”
“Yeah, man. I hear you. Crazy bitch.” Ted shook his head and they laughed as they walked through the entryway.
He came in amidst the bump of the DJ and settled himself into the ticket box. It was the regular customers, tonight. The teenagers he would surely have to chase out of the dark corners later, so they didn’t sticky up the couches. The families looking for something fun to do on a Friday night, and then fighting over the rental skates, the song they wanted to hear from the DJ, who would take the kids to the bathroom, anything instead of what they really should be fighting about. The creepy old guys watching the teens. The couples on dates, awkwardly moving along during the couple’s skate.
And then, she walked in.
The air hung like a tense rabbit as they stared at each other.
Finally, she walked over on stilted legs and slapped the window. Her face was screaming ravens and smoke tendril madness.
“Charlie, I know who you are and I know what you fucking did. You can’t hide from me. I see you.”
He wrinkled his face in disgust as he spat out, “Whatever lady, I don’t know you. Get the fuck out of here.”
She looked him over again and said, “I…KNOW…YOU.”
Then, just like that, she was gone, out of the door and back into the misty night.
The sounds from the rink filtered back in and he went back to work. He didn’t think much more about her until it was just about time to leave and he started to get tiny butterflies flitting in his stomach.
He walked out, eyes everywhere, searching. He locked the doors and just as he was turning toward his car, a hiss in the black.
“Chhhaaaaaarrrrrrrllllllllllliiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeee. HEY! HEY, CHARLIE! HEY! FUCK YOU, CHARLIE.”
He stopped and was suddenly resolute. This ended tonight.
He walked with a quickness unlike anything he’d ever known before over to her.
“Look, let’s talk about this. Do you need a ride somewhere? How about a meal? I can take you to my home and we can settle this. What do you say?”
“Oh, yes. A talk, Charlie. I’d like that.” Her eyes were in slits as she smiled and walked with him to his car.
When they arrived, he set forth preparing a hot meal as she watched him intently. A quick meal of eggs and bacon and they were seated opposite each other, chewing and seething.
Finally, she spoke up. “Sheila was a kind girl, you know? She might have worked the streets back in Springfield, but she was good and she was kind. And, you took that away from me when you took her life.”
She suddenly slammed her fork down and lept from her chair. She was on him before he could swallow,
punching,
kicking,
biting.
He shook her off with ease and grabbed her face and pulled it close to him.
“Sheila was a fucking whore, and so are you.”
The knife was out in quick flash murder and just as he was bringing it to her throat,
resistance
“Don’t kill my wife, Charlie. Don’t kill her like you killed all of those other girls back in Springfield.”
He turned with loose jaw to see Ted holding his arm.
“That’s right, Charlie Moore. I know who you are and I know what you did. Two prostitutes in Denver, four in Tacoma, three in Norfolk…and finally six in Springfield.
Including my sister, Sheila.”
Charlie/Brian stared wide-eyed from the woman to Ted and back to the woman, “H…how did you know? I was so careful. So professional.”
“We had been keeping an eye on her for months. She was going to get clean, you know. She was going to start a new life. She said she just wanted to turn a few more tricks before she went into rehab.
And then, she got into the car with you.”
Ted removed the knife and began to slowly slash little cuts into Charlie/Brian’s arm. The warm rivulets cascaded down his wrist onto the cold linoleum floor.
Suddenly, the woman burst forth into gales of laughter, “HAHA AND NOW YOU’RE GOING TO DIE, CHARLIE! HAHAHAHAHA”
And with an unerring swipe, Ted brought the knife across Charlie/Brian’s throat. The blood instantly coursed down his neck and over his chest.
Charlie/Brian sank slowly to the floor. He lay there and watched as his life poured out in spurts and stutters.
Just as he was almost gone in death’s icy embrace, the woman’s face came into his view.
“Hey, Charlie. FUCK YOU.”
And her voice carried him into oblivion.
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He told me my eyes were as bright as stars
and the only answer I could give him
was to close them and look away
It was all I could do on this baleful night
to keep myself from breaking
He has a silent way about him
that made me fall quietly in love
I promised him that one day I would shed this home
of twisted tangled nerves and nicotine stained skin
if only
if only
he would tell me those words again and again.
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