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i so don't want to hack through all the comments to see, but i'm assuming someone already did "Making Love Out Of Nothing At All", so i'm posting this here rather than there.

Things which I know just how to do:

• whisper
  
• cry
  
• lie
  
• fake it
  
• scheme

Things which I know just when to do:

• face the truth
  
• dream
  
• pull you closer
  
• let you loose

Things whose location I know precisely:

• the answers
  
• to touch you

Things whose identity I know precisely:

• to prove

Things I know (general):

• the night is fading
  
• the time's gonna fly
  
• I've gotta give it a try
  
• the roads to riches
  
• the ways to pain
  
• the rules
  
• how to break them
  
• the name of the game

Things I don't know how to do:

• leave you

Things I don't know (general):

• how you do it

Things I can make (create):

• the final block
  
• every tackle at the sound of the whistle
  
• every promise that has ever been made

Things I can make (cause):

• the runner stumble
  
• all the stadiums rock
  
• tonight:
  • forever
  • disappear by the dawn
• all your demons begone

Things I'm never gonna do:

• tell you everything I've gotta tell you
  
• let you fall
  
• make it without you
  
• make it like you do

Things you may or may not want:

• to see me crawl

Your hair:

• wavy, streaming with sunlight

Your eye:

• in the crosshairs of every star in the sky (like a spotlight)

Lost, looking for a rhythm like you:

• the beating of my heart
  
• a drum

Things you can do:

• take the darkness from the pit of the night
  
• turn it to a beacon burning endlessly bright

Things I must do:

• follow it

Everything I know (before I give it to you):

• nothing

Ingredients of love:

• nothing at all

holy mackerel.

johnnie cochran is dead.

dream theater

alarmingly weird dreams this morning, involving video games and a strange cult-like group that kidnapped people and replaced them with -- with clones, i guess, whose job was to get more people, and they kept the originals in a sub-basement, and if you pissed them off your clone would "get sick" and die so they'd have an excuse to kill you.  they got you in the first place by giving you things, so it wasn't long before people were keeping their hands in their pockets and not even touching, much less taking hold of, anything anyone else held out to them.  running through a mall you had to be careful not to let the perfume girl actually spritz you with a sample.  i was at the stage of sleep where i was aware it was a dream, but no matter how much i tried to think about something else, it kept shifting back.  ugh.  and now i have a headache.

[ded from yay]

OMG wperoundup is back!

[does dance of joy]

ugh.

this cold is definitely in my head now.  my throat is no longer sore and my ears are no longer itchy, but my sinuses are stuffy and knowing my sinuses as i do, i figure it's just a matter of time before [tmi] what they're stuffed with is green rather than colorless[/tmi].  have laid in tissues and decongestants, and there's some yogurt in the fridge, which will be all to the good if i have to see a doctor and the doctor gives me antibiotics.

goddammit.