greygirlbeast (greygirlbeast) wrote,
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Howard Hughes and the Man with the Yellow Hat

Meanwhile...

robyn_ma wrote: I'm sorry, this may demonstrate how Decemberist-challenged I am and how Nick Cave owns anything beginning with 'Red Right,' but: 'Red Right Ankle'? Oh, yes indeed. "Red Right Ankle," as follows (just imagine me singing):

This is the story of your red right ankle
And how it came to meet your leg
And how the muscle, bone, and sinews tangled
And how the skin was softly shed

And how it whispered "Oh adhere to me
For we are bound by symmetry
And whatever differences our lives have been
We together make a limb."
This is the story of your red right ankle.

This is the story of your gypsy uncle
You never knew 'cause he was dead
And how his face was carved and rift with wrinkles
In the picture in your head.

And remember how you found the key
To his hideout in the Pyrenees
But you wanted to keep his secret safe
So you threw the key away.
This is the story of your gypsy uncle.

This is the story of the boys who loved you
Who love you now and loved you then
Some were sweet, some were cold and snuffed you
Some just laid around in bed.

Some had crumbled you straight to your knees
Did it cruel, did it tenderly
Some had crawled their way into your heart
To rend your ventricles apart
This is the story of the boys who loved you
This is the story of your red right ankle.


And, while we're at it, brokensymmetry wrote: Ah yes, The Other Universe. I sensed a distinct opening to it at 2 am one morning, but it was about the diameter of a quark and I couldn't get through. (Though I'm not sure my The Other Universe is the same as your The Other Universe. Mine has gravity in it — and people discussing quantum theories of gravity in elegant sitting rooms equipped with OLED blackboards).

See "Onion." Willa in the bathroom, which may, or may not, make my comment clearer.

Okay, so don't ever say I'm not interactive. I leave you with this image, to be burned deeply into the quivering jelly of your optic lobes:


What I want to know, personally, is who...or WHAT...is she attempting to summon with her Evil Telepathic (three-fingered) Dance Salute?
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