capeandcowl | Seventeenth Concept Δ Video

[The comm comes on to show a dark room. Pink sitting in a chair, quietly. Then soft music starts up, gentle lights rising in sync. It's another one of those, apparently. Except the way it's set up seems -- deliberate?]

I've got a little black book with my poems in
Got a bag with a toothbrush and a comb in
When I'm a good dog, they sometimes throw me a bone in.

Got elastic bands keeping my shoes on, got those swollen hand blues.
I got thirteen channels of shit on the T.V. to choose from.
I've got electric light, and I've got second sight.
I've got amazing powers of observation.
And that is how I know, when I try to get through
On the telephone to you
There'll be nobody home.

I've got the obligatory Hendrix perm.
And the inevitable pinhole burns all down the front of my favorite satin shirt.
I've got nicotine stains on my fingers, got a silver spoon on a chain.
Got a grand piano to prop up my mortal remains.

I've got wild staring eyes, and I've got a strong urge to fly --

[He's singing his damn heart out here, the lights going bright as the music lifts, a brief, angelic spotlight...]

-- but I got nowhere to fly to.

[...crushed, the hopeful light gutters out, leaving only a dim, shifting glow]

Ooooh, babe -- when I pick up the phone... there's still nobody home.

[The music lulls, and those last remaining motes of light flicker out.]

I've got a pair of Gohills boots, and I got fading roots...

[Silence. Done. A few seconds, the creak of the chair as Pink gets up to switch the comm off. There's a quiet mutter.]

And that's how you do it.

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Uh, wow. That was ... damn.

[Ensue the slow clapping.]

[Crooked smile]

I try.

Well, I officially forgive you for the weird look the clerk gave me for buying a six pack at oh god o'clock in the morning.

[Chuckle]

Never done that before?

My vice of choice is caffeine, and oh god o'clock is exactly when people expect you to be buying your next hit.

I've gotten the "Double espresso at four in the morning? Really?" looks, though.

You look like a coffee sort. Not in the beat way, though.

Up that late that often?

I freely admit to being the opposite of beat. [A smile, barely a lipquirk.] More like the epitome of square.

Eh, insomnia, you know how it is. Granted, if I drank less caffeine I'd probably sleep better -- who knows?

Might. Why risk it?

Exactly. Plus, less caffeine means less caffeine.

[A soft laugh]

'xactly. Exactly.

Thanks for that, by the way. The six pack. That fucking day. I've had my share of cattle calls, but that was something special.

Hah. "Cattle" is definitely one word for it. Never realized until then just how many of us have been dumped here. [Trailing off thoughtfully.] We should've taken the chance to do a census... as it is, all that info's in her corner now.

If anyone had thought about it.

But considering the circumstances...

Probably we were all too tragically under-caffeinated to think of it.

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