Seriously, Rapists in the Basement
Okay, maybe not seriously…but it really is–and I’m stretching my mind here to think a bit like a serial killer/rapist/wannabe thug–the best place to commit such a crime. Gloomy, unmanned, and brimming with shadows and empty corners, the basement of my apartment complex is a bit like the caves above Minas Morgul. Consider me a hobbit and Shelob a rapist and, well, there you go. Officially, the worst analogy ever. Anyways, if I don’t start my laundry before it gets dark with enough time allotted to retrieve my underoos and t-shirts, I just don’t do my laundry.
And now you know…
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Maybe you just didn’t read me right
The lights went out and you just sitting on the stair
I played your song but I couldn’t get the melody right
Why don’t you just shoot up like a ball of rubber bands
– “Hotel Chelsea Nights” by Ryan Adams