Whenever I go for a long drive by myself I start making up little gibberish songs or reading billboards in dumb voices, just inane stuff to pass the time. Most of the time I don't even realize I'm doing it. I got extra bored today, so I turned on my playlist as I drove through the countryside. Eventually, Annie Lennox's Walking on Broken Glass started playing, and I found myself singing along, half correctly, and half in gibberish, weaving in and out at random. Near the end I transitioned entirely from gibberish to English, but instead of the correct lyrics I started singing "I'll keep on eating your big fat ass, eating your, eating your big fat ass."
The very next song on shuffle, I shit you not, was Fat Bottomed Girls by Queen. I felt like the planets alligned in that one perfect moment and providence shined down to reward my artistic genius in the most satisfying and meaningless way possible. That will never happen again. I'm over the hump.
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"Walking on Broken Glass"
Walking on, walking on broken glass
Walking on, walking on broken glass
You were the sweetest thing that I ever knew
But I don't care for sugar honey if I can't have you
Since you've abandoned me
My whole life has crashed
Won't you pick the pieces up
'Cause it feels just like I'm walking on broken glass
Walking on, walking on broken glass
Walking on, walking on broken glass
The sun's still shining in the big blue sky
But it don't mean nothing to me
O-o-oh let the rain come down
Let the wind blow through me
I'm living in an empty room
With all the windows smashed
And I've got so little left to lose
That it feels just like I'm walking on broken glass
Walking on, walking on broken glass
And if you're trying to cut me down
You know that I might bleed
'Cause if you're trying to cut me down
I know that you'll succeed
And if you want to hurt me
There's nothing left to fear
'Cause if you want to hurt me
You do it really well my dear
Now everyone of us was made to suffer
Everyone of us is made to weep
We've been hurting one another
Now the pain has cut too deep
So take me from the wreckage
Save me from the blast
Lift me up and take me back
Don't let me keep on walking (don't let me keep on walking)
I kept on walking on
Keep on walking on broken glass
Walking on, walking on broken glass
Walking on, walking on broken glass
Walking on, walking on broken glass
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thinking about lucifer post-cage, in pieces from it because nothing could come out of that isolation whole, begging sam to let him in. and it doesn’t sound like a voice, obviously, it’s a whine of tv static and the creak of a window opening and crunching glass spilled on the floor and a knock on something hollow and the last echo in a cave before it’s all silent again. but sam hears him, and he hears him saying, help me help me help me. you spend a couple million years in a locked basement and remember more words than that, and then you can talk. day in, day out, everything sam hears is lucifer, all the rumbling, hissing, coughing, crackling noises of the world, lucifer’s in them. no vessel means that all he can do is surround sam (is it suffocating? yes. lucifer would like to be suffocated. he would like something, anything, to press itself so close to him that he can’t breathe, but nothing does, so he does it to sam instead.)
a wounded animal. and sam is so, so human. he can’t just leave lucifer like that, in pain, not after weeks trying to block him out. weeks where lucifer just got more desperate, louder, screaming at sam because he couldn’t tell if sam heard him at first (if sam was even real, if he was even free at all.)
he’s got to let him in. if he can’t do anything else right, maybe he can stop one being from suffering. just one.
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Showdown.
@red-in-revolt
"you're a thorn in my side, why don't you remember?"
He regards the other from the balcony he's climbed onto. His frame rests almost indolently against the balustrade- an energon dagger dangling from black claws in a calculatedly careless manner. Sharp optics watch the mech intently, their ember-hot reds with the incandescent focusing ring.
"Been a long time comin', hasn' it- brightspark."
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