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Richie Gecko
It's a Dark Night
hot air hangs like a dead man
from a white oak tree
people sitting on porches
thinking how things used to be
dark night
dark night
the neighborhood was changing
strangers moving in
a new boy fell for a local girl
when she made eyes at him
she was young and pretty
no stranger to other men
but doors were being locked at night
old lines were drawn again
I thought things like that
didn't matter anymore
I thought all the blood
had been shed long ago
from a white oak tree
people sitting on porches
thinking how things used to be
dark night
dark night
the neighborhood was changing
strangers moving in
a new boy fell for a local girl
when she made eyes at him
she was young and pretty
no stranger to other men
but doors were being locked at night
old lines were drawn again
I thought things like that
didn't matter anymore
I thought all the blood
had been shed long ago
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Date: 2012-05-16 02:31 am (UTC)Two-fucking-way street, babydoll.
[...it's official. Rob is in a better mood. You can tell because he's using RIDICULOUS and outdated endearments half as sarcastically as he normally would.]
Super-classy of you. Just as a note for next time? Exploiting my guy's inability to appropriately recognize consent or a lack thereof and going to the script guys to orchestrate it because you're pissed off is a RIDICULOUSLY shitty knee-jerk reaction. Seriously. Punch me next time. Everybody'll be happier.
[...Next time? Really? Just...stop. No.more.words.]