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PLEASE DON'T GO.




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Maybe this time, I'll raise my glass to the bar, and hope that somehow the barman knows just what I've been a thirstin' for. YOU KNOW? I'MMA THIRSTY. An army man came to my door. He had his heart in his hands, and his eyes to the floor. He said, won't you fill me up? I'm a glass half empty, you're a glass half full. YOU KNOW? I'MMA THIRSY. (fill me up, fill me). I'MMA THIRSTY. And when you talk about national pride, through the grit of your teeth you have nothing to hide. You've shown me your heart. Now it's time to show you mine.

YOU KNOW? I'MMA THIRSTY. [please Don't Go]. (fill me up, fill me). I'MMA THIRSTY. [please Don't Go]. (fill me up, fill me). I'MMA.


--- It always sounds better in your head.

I believe, my dears, there has been a dramatic change in the weather.

Outside my house this evening, it is raining.
It's clouded. It's grey. It's oppresive. And it's all those things that you'd expect to feature in a pathetic fallacy build up within the beginning of an Edgar Allan Poe sequence. But the sickly glow of daylight savings tarnishes it's reputable take on the trademarked setting, like sallowness of the skin can ruin any length of childhood 'happy snaps'.

But one thing you should always expect (and prepare for!), my dears, is a sudden and dramatic change in the weather.

The sky went orange, mauve, rose pink, agrum, purple, dusty red, fade back to orange.
And then black.

I saw it all.