sleepyElectric Ballroom went like this :
Your cruel device
Your blood, like ice
One look could kill
My pain, your thrill...
I want to love you but I better not touch
I want to hold you but my senses tell me to stop
I want to kiss you but I want it too much
I want to taste you but your lips are venomous poison,
You're poison running through my veins
Poison, I don't want to break these chains
Your mouth, so hot
Your web, I'm caught
Your skin, so wet
Black lace on sweat...
I hear you calling and it's needles and pins
I want to hurt you just to hear you screaming my name
Don't want to touch you but you're under my skin
I want to kiss you but your lips are venomous poison,
You're poison running through my veins
You're poison, I don't wanna break these chains
Poison... Etc.
Then it went like this :
I can't be responsible
For anything I do now or say now
I get too excitable
To control the way I behave now
I'm afraid of what I'll do
If I find myself alone with you
It's just a crime of passion baby
Don't hold it against me
I'm innocent
I'm just out of my mind
I plead insanity...
- for reasons entirely unrelated to
robinbloke, I hasten to add - he was the soul of gentility and I was mostly sweetness and light. Except when I was whining about how all the cute people are taken, frequently by other cute people, anyway. We danced a lot to fantastic music - including 'Ebenezer Goode' again, heh - and I marvelled at the proto-Kitty and a man whose dancing was something like a collection of gay elbows, and eventually said an exhausted hello-goodbye to corpsie and random_haze, and it was all good.Then I came home and wrote bad goth porn and didn't get enough sleep. Serves me right, really. Wasn't my fault, though. Some people are just. Oh, you know.
"And if I act irrational
I'm not responsible
For anything that happens here
Don't hold it against me
I'm innocent
I'm just out of my mind
I plead insanity..."
E.
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