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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: 2012-11-20 03:27 am (UTC)I'll check.
[Cue his back to the camera and digging through drawers and shelves and bags and things. At two minutes there's a put-out noise, like a kid who just realized he misplaced something he was told not to lose.
Five minutes in, the search gets more frantic. Seven minutes and he starts searching things he's already looked through, tearing the contents apart. The room's only so big, they have to be there somewhere...
And then he finds it. He emerges triumphant; the bottle's hidden under one of the piles of crap he pulled out and dropped. He lets out a sigh of relief and returns to the screen, dropping it onto the table within easy reach.]
Yeah, I got everything. You?