Valentine's Day
(Steve Earle)
I come to you with empty hands
I guess I just forgot again
I only got my love to send
On Valentine's Day
I ain't got a card to sign
Roses have been hard to find
I only hope that you'll be mine
On Valentine's Day
I know that I swore that I wouldn't forget
I wrote it all down: I lost it I guess
There's so much I want to say
But all the words just slip away
The way you love me every day
Is Valentine's Day
If I could I would deliver to you
Diamonds and gold; it's the least I can do
So if you'll take my IOU
I could make it up to you
Until then I hope my heart will do
For Valentine's Day
(Steve Earle)
I come to you with empty hands
I guess I just forgot again
I only got my love to send
On Valentine's Day
I ain't got a card to sign
Roses have been hard to find
I only hope that you'll be mine
On Valentine's Day
I know that I swore that I wouldn't forget
I wrote it all down: I lost it I guess
There's so much I want to say
But all the words just slip away
The way you love me every day
Is Valentine's Day
If I could I would deliver to you
Diamonds and gold; it's the least I can do
So if you'll take my IOU
I could make it up to you
Until then I hope my heart will do
For Valentine's Day
...she told me once that static travels in circles. She's gone now, lost in florida amongst tawdry paperback adventures and the madness of clogging drunk in the middle of a hot afternoon, but that's what the script says, so that's the scene...and while there's rewind, it's never actually replay, is it?
...but i digress.
"Baby, sweet baby, you're my drug
Come on and let me taste your stuff
Baby, sweet baby, bring me your gift
What surprise you gonna hit me with..."
500 days ago i was in love so bad that the moon itself hid from me, remembering my state the last time i danced like that. And she's got a unique perspective up there. The moon, that is. See, she can see over the horizon to tomorrow, and she can do it everyday. Even when you think she's not up there, or you think she's too busy thumpin yer ovaries like bass strings, she's lookin' over that on big hill called Earth.
..and i feel her cold strawberry milk breath on my neck every night when i catch that ride with Morpheus, like momma kissing you before you get on the school bus, i feel it.
"I would burn the soles of my feet
Burn the palms of both my hands
If I could learn and be complete
If I could walk righteously again"
600 days ago, my life was fey-kissed, revolving around an Amber Nomad who kept my heart in her dirty little pocket with her hand-rolled smokes and a couplea twigs of incense. two days after she rolled away, another fey skipped in sideways and impossible, treating my heart like a teabag, keeping it close to her gardens...i've always been in love with sidhegirls, my biggest weakness: that magic that loves me, but doesn't want me.
2000 days ago i thot i was walking with the sun, but i was walking in it...as blind as a stone, and as sturdy as a colt. problem was, while i was learnin to walk, folks around me mistook it fer a new dance, and instead of help. i got heralded..now no one understands when i hold the wall every once in a while. My heart was cool and chrome-plated, unquestioning and universal, capable of lightspeed and stopping on a dime, and i was like Fonzi in the Millenium Falcon: absolutely above reproach and invincible to everyone except myself.
especially myself.
especially.
"I would sleep on a bed of nails
'Till my back was torn and bleeding
In the deep darkness of Hell
The Damascus of my meeting "
swimming. i said it an d i mean it. this lazy susan i've hitched my wagon to gives me fullacces to every world i've ever touched a toe to, but i'm spread so thin that looking thu me gets mistaken for looking thru me.
...and every once in a while the holes in me work like some bizarre butterfly net, and the most wojndrous of treasures fall to me.
...mebbe i'm just mad.
..i sure like Miss Lucinda Williams, tho.
"You're the one you're my shinin star
You're the one I've been waiting for
Let's fly away to some foreign country
Where nobody knows who we are
I wish I had a ship to sail the waters
I wish I had about a hundred dollars
But I'll just stand with this glass in my hand
Feeling like nothing even matters
Your words run thru me like the blood in my veins
I could swear I knew your love before I knew your name
Before I knew your name
Everyday I miss your smiling face
No one here can ever take your place
The sun can shine down over my town
But it never shines in my days
I told all the stars above
I'm gonna shower you with my love
I won't demand you I'll try to understand you
My love is free as a dove
Your words run thru me like the blood in my veins
I could swear I knew your love before I knew your name
Before I knew your name
You're the one you're my shinin star
You're the one I've been waiting for
Let's fly away to some foreign country
Where nobody knows who we are "
...but i digress.
"Baby, sweet baby, you're my drug
Come on and let me taste your stuff
Baby, sweet baby, bring me your gift
What surprise you gonna hit me with..."
500 days ago i was in love so bad that the moon itself hid from me, remembering my state the last time i danced like that. And she's got a unique perspective up there. The moon, that is. See, she can see over the horizon to tomorrow, and she can do it everyday. Even when you think she's not up there, or you think she's too busy thumpin yer ovaries like bass strings, she's lookin' over that on big hill called Earth.
..and i feel her cold strawberry milk breath on my neck every night when i catch that ride with Morpheus, like momma kissing you before you get on the school bus, i feel it.
"I would burn the soles of my feet
Burn the palms of both my hands
If I could learn and be complete
If I could walk righteously again"
600 days ago, my life was fey-kissed, revolving around an Amber Nomad who kept my heart in her dirty little pocket with her hand-rolled smokes and a couplea twigs of incense. two days after she rolled away, another fey skipped in sideways and impossible, treating my heart like a teabag, keeping it close to her gardens...i've always been in love with sidhegirls, my biggest weakness: that magic that loves me, but doesn't want me.
2000 days ago i thot i was walking with the sun, but i was walking in it...as blind as a stone, and as sturdy as a colt. problem was, while i was learnin to walk, folks around me mistook it fer a new dance, and instead of help. i got heralded..now no one understands when i hold the wall every once in a while. My heart was cool and chrome-plated, unquestioning and universal, capable of lightspeed and stopping on a dime, and i was like Fonzi in the Millenium Falcon: absolutely above reproach and invincible to everyone except myself.
especially myself.
especially.
"I would sleep on a bed of nails
'Till my back was torn and bleeding
In the deep darkness of Hell
The Damascus of my meeting "
swimming. i said it an d i mean it. this lazy susan i've hitched my wagon to gives me fullacces to every world i've ever touched a toe to, but i'm spread so thin that looking thu me gets mistaken for looking thru me.
...and every once in a while the holes in me work like some bizarre butterfly net, and the most wojndrous of treasures fall to me.
...mebbe i'm just mad.
..i sure like Miss Lucinda Williams, tho.
"You're the one you're my shinin star
You're the one I've been waiting for
Let's fly away to some foreign country
Where nobody knows who we are
I wish I had a ship to sail the waters
I wish I had about a hundred dollars
But I'll just stand with this glass in my hand
Feeling like nothing even matters
Your words run thru me like the blood in my veins
I could swear I knew your love before I knew your name
Before I knew your name
Everyday I miss your smiling face
No one here can ever take your place
The sun can shine down over my town
But it never shines in my days
I told all the stars above
I'm gonna shower you with my love
I won't demand you I'll try to understand you
My love is free as a dove
Your words run thru me like the blood in my veins
I could swear I knew your love before I knew your name
Before I knew your name
You're the one you're my shinin star
You're the one I've been waiting for
Let's fly away to some foreign country
Where nobody knows who we are "
...dear Shelley, welcome back.
What an awesome evening of the proverbial drinking at the pub with an old mate that appears out of nowhere after x number of years. It felt as good and uncomplicated as sliding in between some of those sheets that are made out of t-shirt material, and going to sleep with some Elvis (costello) or mebbe even side 3 of the Honeysuckle Rose soundtrack drifting along across the room. ...and a strange little oasis in the middle of my desert right now. ...even the wayward transmission from my padawan was a welcome interruption between snakebites,Coronas and stories built upon 12 years of friendship.
nice.
...and before that, to finally connect the dots and meet a constellation in the Eskimo's sky? ...awesome.
...and just hours before that- clean laundry, chocolate milk and just sittin' around the shop with my bestest blokes all droppin' by?
what a fucking great day.
wonder what she's gonna do to me tomorrow? Goddess, please be nice to me.
Tomorrow is my doctor's appointment. Yup. tomorrow i go to get my blood and bone marrow tested and typed and filed, and only you know. Do with it what you will.
i love the way the moon tastes when i leave the pub. i love the smell of cold brick and warm keys fresh from my pocket. i love the smile of my truck as i round the corner and see her sittin all parked and ready to go home. i love the thrum of rubber on asphalt thru the floorboards and under the busy urgency of my old Green Day cassette.
i love how i can still feel the press of friends against me, sprinkled with the melange of how friends smell. i love a 2am goodnight bouncing around stoic sodium lighting.
...and tonight, i loved driving home. Even tho i know that my bed will be as cold as a razorblade but as forgiving as a junior librarian,i can still see my breath in the air of this first month and know i'm still here, regardless of everyhere else.
What an awesome evening of the proverbial drinking at the pub with an old mate that appears out of nowhere after x number of years. It felt as good and uncomplicated as sliding in between some of those sheets that are made out of t-shirt material, and going to sleep with some Elvis (costello) or mebbe even side 3 of the Honeysuckle Rose soundtrack drifting along across the room. ...and a strange little oasis in the middle of my desert right now. ...even the wayward transmission from my padawan was a welcome interruption between snakebites,Coronas and stories built upon 12 years of friendship.
nice.
...and before that, to finally connect the dots and meet a constellation in the Eskimo's sky? ...awesome.
...and just hours before that- clean laundry, chocolate milk and just sittin' around the shop with my bestest blokes all droppin' by?
what a fucking great day.
wonder what she's gonna do to me tomorrow? Goddess, please be nice to me.
Tomorrow is my doctor's appointment. Yup. tomorrow i go to get my blood and bone marrow tested and typed and filed, and only you know. Do with it what you will.
i love the way the moon tastes when i leave the pub. i love the smell of cold brick and warm keys fresh from my pocket. i love the smile of my truck as i round the corner and see her sittin all parked and ready to go home. i love the thrum of rubber on asphalt thru the floorboards and under the busy urgency of my old Green Day cassette.
i love how i can still feel the press of friends against me, sprinkled with the melange of how friends smell. i love a 2am goodnight bouncing around stoic sodium lighting.
...and tonight, i loved driving home. Even tho i know that my bed will be as cold as a razorblade but as forgiving as a junior librarian,i can still see my breath in the air of this first month and know i'm still here, regardless of everyhere else.
...things i have learned since this year began:
1) do not buy Toilet Paper at 7-11
2) Ranch pretzels taste like soap
3) without the ability to pull a sweeping advance, my Kroot need to consolidate out of the way the second advancing squad
4) "for outdoor use only" may, in fact, include semi-enclosed porches
5) while not specifically aerodynamic, pickles fly well and true if flung with sufficient force
6) there is more to Porterhouse than most people would give him credit for
7) there is no Rumaki in this town
8) icing is not a lubricant
9) emigrating to New Zealand begins with an application (with fees) and the passing of a test, based on points, ascertaining what you have to offer New Zealand
10) Aaron Robert's real name is Aaron Krugg
1) do not buy Toilet Paper at 7-11
2) Ranch pretzels taste like soap
3) without the ability to pull a sweeping advance, my Kroot need to consolidate out of the way the second advancing squad
4) "for outdoor use only" may, in fact, include semi-enclosed porches
5) while not specifically aerodynamic, pickles fly well and true if flung with sufficient force
6) there is more to Porterhouse than most people would give him credit for
7) there is no Rumaki in this town
8) icing is not a lubricant
9) emigrating to New Zealand begins with an application (with fees) and the passing of a test, based on points, ascertaining what you have to offer New Zealand
10) Aaron Robert's real name is Aaron Krugg
and now the fire leaks from me, from my belly, into the new year with all the grace and aplomb of an 8 year-old who's just learned the word 'cunt'...and the rain is still rain, reassuringly so, to extinguish the random bastard children made fromthe fireworks i dance with ( literally and not so, dear)...so with the warmth of vodka in me racing with the blood that made it crave, i shuffle into another rotation around the sun fearlessly swollen in anticipation and full soundtrack.
tonight i wrangled stars and traced scars. i threw huge noises and rose to meet warm hands on my back, on my chest, across my lap. my eyes swayed in languid dances like spiders across the surface of the lake, drinking in glittering denim, the frayed fishnet flags of demidefiance, and the hot white light of ninja strobes pouncing upon prey, stealing another tiny bit of soul.
my mind wandered across crowded downtown bars, waded winter grassed yards in Texas, dove under blankets in old houses with the ghosts of cats, thru tiny white dragon-ringed fingers, across the cold sands of December in the desert, and in the painted shadows of bonfires i was missing. .but i drank my fill of memories with each tip of the glass, and i sat content with the mates i was with, cradling equal parts smoke, yesterday and tomorrow, while simultaneously holding up my part of the bar, and the deals.
the love you take is equal to the love you make
tonight i wrangled stars and traced scars. i threw huge noises and rose to meet warm hands on my back, on my chest, across my lap. my eyes swayed in languid dances like spiders across the surface of the lake, drinking in glittering denim, the frayed fishnet flags of demidefiance, and the hot white light of ninja strobes pouncing upon prey, stealing another tiny bit of soul.
my mind wandered across crowded downtown bars, waded winter grassed yards in Texas, dove under blankets in old houses with the ghosts of cats, thru tiny white dragon-ringed fingers, across the cold sands of December in the desert, and in the painted shadows of bonfires i was missing. .but i drank my fill of memories with each tip of the glass, and i sat content with the mates i was with, cradling equal parts smoke, yesterday and tomorrow, while simultaneously holding up my part of the bar, and the deals.
the love you take is equal to the love you make
"You cannot quit me so quickly
Is no hope in you for me
No corner you could squeeze me
But Ive got all the time for you love"
...back when the sky was my bitch, it was easier. all i hadda do, it seemed, was loosely hold the reigns (or at least act like it...), and keep pointing on that star and cueing up the music and like that.
but now i share they sky, and have since stopped trying to seduce the moon, and when my back's to this new sun, the fire in my belly leaks out...not thru my eyes and mouth and fingertips with static reassuring warmth.. but in minute flares and lavaesque rivulets thru the cracks in me that i usually ignore...
"The space between the tears we cry
Is the laughter that keeps us coming back for more
The space between the wicked lies
We tell and hope to keep us safe from the pain
But will I hold you again - these fickle, fuddled words confuse me"
and, even if i contained my pureed heart, freezng the bits to keep them larger than the cracks, would i want to store it elsewhere? would any other jar keep? and would i be foolhardy enough to try..again...do i ever learn my lesson?
" Like will it rain today
We waste the hours with talking, talking
These twisted games were playing"
and this, i guess, is how it feels, to be saddled with another's dreams as casually as slipping your hand into another's in the dark lights of the theatre, or with all the feasible incredularity of The Nazerene losing his M&M's...
" Were strange allies with warring hearts
What a wild-eyed beast you be
The space between the wicked lies
We tell and hope to keep us safe from the pain
But will I hold you again
Will I hold..."
...and the irony, Ms Morrisette, is in my scramble and scrabble that resulted in the Richtofen of my Id grounding my preternatural psyche in it's chrome-plated Sopwith...coming out of the sun to catch me unawares, even as i continued to line up Kong after Kong, licking my lips in fetid anticipation of licking those wounds...those impossible wounds from sights set too high...but for the longest time, i could only survive on the flesh of the fantastic or the ultra-sublime..
"Look at us spinning out In the madness of a rollercoaster
You know you went off like the devil
In the church in the middle of a crowded room
All we can do my love
Is hope we dont take this ship down..."
...and what if don't wanna. what if i'm tired from the hunting and wanna sit an tan for a while, or toodle with my baubles and spin stories and dive from stacks of books into cool, clear pools of other's unfetterred psyches, humming songs of impossible grandeur and simplicity, absently tapping out rhythms on the bracers and breastplate of my Tin Man's suit...
" The space between where you smile and hide
Thats where youll find me if I get to go
The space between the bullets in our firefight
Is where Ill be hiding, waiting for you
The rain that falls splashed in your heart
Ran like sadness down the window into
The space between our wicked lies
Is where we hope to keep safe from pain
Take my hand cause were walking
Out of here
Oh out - right out of here
Love is all we need dear
The space between whats wrong and right
Is where youll find me hiding, waiting for you
The space between your heart and mine
Is the space well fill with time..."
...there is comfort in the thought that i am spread out like the Milky Way, and there will always be too many of me to kill...but i've left too may trails, it seems, scattered myself in constellations made of Reese's Pieces on parking lots and ship decks and wheatfields and dashboards and now the answering machine curses at me like a 8 year old who's just learned the word 'cunt', and is awed by the effect it has on strangers in the supermarket. i have build the most wonderous playground that i can imagine, and love to open the gates wide, but the glaring obvious is as unavoidable as the proverbial elephant in the butter dish: it may never be warm enough to take your shoes off here again.
Is no hope in you for me
No corner you could squeeze me
But Ive got all the time for you love"
...back when the sky was my bitch, it was easier. all i hadda do, it seemed, was loosely hold the reigns (or at least act like it...), and keep pointing on that star and cueing up the music and like that.
but now i share they sky, and have since stopped trying to seduce the moon, and when my back's to this new sun, the fire in my belly leaks out...not thru my eyes and mouth and fingertips with static reassuring warmth.. but in minute flares and lavaesque rivulets thru the cracks in me that i usually ignore...
"The space between the tears we cry
Is the laughter that keeps us coming back for more
The space between the wicked lies
We tell and hope to keep us safe from the pain
But will I hold you again - these fickle, fuddled words confuse me"
and, even if i contained my pureed heart, freezng the bits to keep them larger than the cracks, would i want to store it elsewhere? would any other jar keep? and would i be foolhardy enough to try..again...do i ever learn my lesson?
" Like will it rain today
We waste the hours with talking, talking
These twisted games were playing"
and this, i guess, is how it feels, to be saddled with another's dreams as casually as slipping your hand into another's in the dark lights of the theatre, or with all the feasible incredularity of The Nazerene losing his M&M's...
" Were strange allies with warring hearts
What a wild-eyed beast you be
The space between the wicked lies
We tell and hope to keep us safe from the pain
But will I hold you again
Will I hold..."
...and the irony, Ms Morrisette, is in my scramble and scrabble that resulted in the Richtofen of my Id grounding my preternatural psyche in it's chrome-plated Sopwith...coming out of the sun to catch me unawares, even as i continued to line up Kong after Kong, licking my lips in fetid anticipation of licking those wounds...those impossible wounds from sights set too high...but for the longest time, i could only survive on the flesh of the fantastic or the ultra-sublime..
"Look at us spinning out In the madness of a rollercoaster
You know you went off like the devil
In the church in the middle of a crowded room
All we can do my love
Is hope we dont take this ship down..."
...and what if don't wanna. what if i'm tired from the hunting and wanna sit an tan for a while, or toodle with my baubles and spin stories and dive from stacks of books into cool, clear pools of other's unfetterred psyches, humming songs of impossible grandeur and simplicity, absently tapping out rhythms on the bracers and breastplate of my Tin Man's suit...
" The space between where you smile and hide
Thats where youll find me if I get to go
The space between the bullets in our firefight
Is where Ill be hiding, waiting for you
The rain that falls splashed in your heart
Ran like sadness down the window into
The space between our wicked lies
Is where we hope to keep safe from pain
Take my hand cause were walking
Out of here
Oh out - right out of here
Love is all we need dear
The space between whats wrong and right
Is where youll find me hiding, waiting for you
The space between your heart and mine
Is the space well fill with time..."
...there is comfort in the thought that i am spread out like the Milky Way, and there will always be too many of me to kill...but i've left too may trails, it seems, scattered myself in constellations made of Reese's Pieces on parking lots and ship decks and wheatfields and dashboards and now the answering machine curses at me like a 8 year old who's just learned the word 'cunt', and is awed by the effect it has on strangers in the supermarket. i have build the most wonderous playground that i can imagine, and love to open the gates wide, but the glaring obvious is as unavoidable as the proverbial elephant in the butter dish: it may never be warm enough to take your shoes off here again.
...my padawan...
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<br><br>
"<i>go to bed
the priests are dead
now no one can call you back
go to bed
the priests are dead
finally you're on peppermint
at last</i>"
<br>
and it acts like winter, tastes like winter and walks like winter, but it doenst look like winter.
and i did my thing, with a nod to the other Sun King, but it felt like some cosmic answering machine...like 'leave a message on the drum...' <br><br>
"<i>he's a merman
he doesn't need your voice
he's a merman</i>"
<br>
and somehow i shoulda dreamed of Momma, even just a walk-thru or a suggestion, but there was nothing. Instead i get the usual assortment of cruise ships, coloured skies, mad vampire children, Alannis wannabes and assorted fruits & condiments carried in panda-fur punchbuggies by lost fey in big yellow glasses. There's some irony in the 'AUDIOSLAVE' sticker on my guitar i suppose, but i'm blind halo'd by 1's and 0's.
<br><br>
"<i>go to bed
dream instead
and you will find him
he's a merman to the knee
doesn't need something you're not willing to give
he's a merman
doesn't need your voice to cross his lands of ice</i>"
<br>
and i fucking dont wanna go to IHOP. i'd rather feast on stews of feedback and lolling lazy dissonance in E. i wonder, sometimes, in those moments you have, like standing in the shower, or the eternity of non-rain when you pass under the bridge...<br>
...i wonder if the eskimo life has a mandatory 9 months of darkenss, and if that eskimo sun radiation tans possibilities...<br>
"<i>go to bed
priests are dead
now no one can call you back
go to bed
the priests are dead
finally you found out</i>"
<br>
and snow? i crave the killing of each unique snowflake on my tongue, chasing each other straight down as fast as they can, in the mad slow-motion race to the earth...
<br>
"<i>who could ever say you're not simply wonderful
who could ever harm you
sleep now
you're my little girl
go to bed
priests are dead
and come sing it all again
go to bed
past the apple orchard
and you'll feel nice
two can play i said
two can play</i>"
...but..how does that go again? i lost count in the forest, adding up the trees and changing my crowns from pine to sycamore to birch to oak...and always back at oak.
i think somethiong follows "one...", but fuck me if i can remember it right now...
<br><br>
("Merman" Tori Amos)
the priests are dead
now no one can call you back
go to bed
the priests are dead
finally you're on peppermint
at last</i>"
<br>
and it acts like winter, tastes like winter and walks like winter, but it doenst look like winter.
and i did my thing, with a nod to the other Sun King, but it felt like some cosmic answering machine...like 'leave a message on the drum...' <br><br>
"<i>he's a merman
he doesn't need your voice
he's a merman</i>"
<br>
and somehow i shoulda dreamed of Momma, even just a walk-thru or a suggestion, but there was nothing. Instead i get the usual assortment of cruise ships, coloured skies, mad vampire children, Alannis wannabes and assorted fruits & condiments carried in panda-fur punchbuggies by lost fey in big yellow glasses. There's some irony in the 'AUDIOSLAVE' sticker on my guitar i suppose, but i'm blind halo'd by 1's and 0's.
<br><br>
"<i>go to bed
dream instead
and you will find him
he's a merman to the knee
doesn't need something you're not willing to give
he's a merman
doesn't need your voice to cross his lands of ice</i>"
<br>
and i fucking dont wanna go to IHOP. i'd rather feast on stews of feedback and lolling lazy dissonance in E. i wonder, sometimes, in those moments you have, like standing in the shower, or the eternity of non-rain when you pass under the bridge...<br>
...i wonder if the eskimo life has a mandatory 9 months of darkenss, and if that eskimo sun radiation tans possibilities...<br>
"<i>go to bed
priests are dead
now no one can call you back
go to bed
the priests are dead
finally you found out</i>"
<br>
and snow? i crave the killing of each unique snowflake on my tongue, chasing each other straight down as fast as they can, in the mad slow-motion race to the earth...
<br>
"<i>who could ever say you're not simply wonderful
who could ever harm you
sleep now
you're my little girl
go to bed
priests are dead
and come sing it all again
go to bed
past the apple orchard
and you'll feel nice
two can play i said
two can play</i>"
...but..how does that go again? i lost count in the forest, adding up the trees and changing my crowns from pine to sycamore to birch to oak...and always back at oak.
i think somethiong follows "one...", but fuck me if i can remember it right now...
<br><br>
("Merman" Tori Amos)
AAA taa taa taa taa taa taa taaah! AAAAATAH! AAAHHRRR!! AAHR! batang! bing bong bing bong BIZISH BLABLOMSH BLAM BLOMSH BLOOSH breeCHONKT breep breep BROOSH Brrring BUHLAM! cha CLIK CHAK CHONK! CHOOM CRIKK KRAKK Ding! DOOM DWOING FaTANG! FLOOP FWAK FWAK FWASH FWEEEEEEEN FWEESH! FWHAM! FWIK FWISSHH FWK FWK FWMP FWOOOOO FWOOSH! FWSSHHH FWSH FWUP GA GRENK ga DOOM Gah! Ho! Ho! Ho! gerSPLOOSH GLOOSH GLORSH GRIIINGG GRITCH GRNG GRNG GRRR GRRROOOWRR GRRRRR GULSH GWUMP! GYAAAH! hff uff hhaah hhaah hhaah HOOOHAH! hunh hunh JING! ka THOOM KAAAA kaCHEE kaching KaKANG! kaKrak! KAKRASH KANG! KATUNK KaWHANG KLANG! klick KLIK KLAK KLIKT KONGG KONGG KONGG kracklll KRAK KRANG KraSNUP! KREEE KRNCH KRIT KRK SKRK KRNNCH KROOSH krrunch KRS KRS krs ktump ktump KUNK KWONG! meep meep meep mnch chmp MRNCH OOMP ORYAAAAH!! Pakish paZAA ping ping ploosh ploosh Poom Poom Poom POP POW RAAHHRR! REEEE REEEE reeeeKLICK ROOO RRIIPP RROWR RRREEE RRRMM RRMM RRRMMM rrrmmmSKREEEE! Rrrrrriiiipppp SAAH SAAA screeeeee SHA! SHAAA SHAAAA shaKLIKT SHAthumm SHEEEOOM SHHHHHHSH SHROOOM SHTIK SKAAA SKKRRTT SKLIK SKLORSH SKNCH SKRAK SKREEE SKREEK SKRNNNNN SKROOSH SKRRP SKRUFFL TUFFL SKRUK SKRURRKK skTHNK SKURCH slaKLICK! snap whirrr snp snppp krckk SPAK spang SPLAKITCH SPLITCH spllllll! SPLOOO SPLRCH SKKRSH SPLUK SPLURTCH SQUEE! SSSSHHHHAAAA SSsss ssssSSSSRRRRR SSSSSSSSS sszzsslll SSzzSSzzSSzz SSZZTTT STMP STOK sttttt SZP TAH! THOING THOOMP THUNG THUP TINK tink! TSS tsskt Tump Tump tup twok uhn... uhn... unhhh uhhh VAM! VAOOOMMSH VEEEOOOM VING VING VITOOM VOOOOM VOOSH VOOSHT VROOOM VROOOSH! VRR VRR VROOOM! VRRMMM VRRROOOOOMMM VRRRPP VRRRRRRRR vsh vsh vsh vsh vsh WAP WAP WEOWEOWEOWEO WHANG! wheeeYANG whhhhhshhhh WHHRRRMMM WHOMP WHONK! WHOOM! WHOOSH WHSSSS SSSHHH WHUD WHUMP! whup whup whup WHUSS WMP wmp wmp wump YAAAA! YAAAAA! YEEEZOOM ZABLURSH zaFWOOSH zak ZAPP! ZASH ZASHEEN ZAZUMP Zeee chonk Zeeee ZING! zing! ZISH Zish Zish Zish Zishah zreeeee zuZUZU ZZAAAAA Zzhhurmmm Zzhhuurrruu ZZKKK ZZMMM ZZZZOOOOOM! ZZZZSH ZZZZZZZZZ...
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