Concussively detonating all illusions of renewed intelligence and sleep, this morning's jackhammers were succeeded by a noise so relentlessly loud and penetrating it was like waking up inside a turbine. It vibrated the bones in our chests. It was not just unpleasantly pitched, it was shockingly painful. Passing it on the street was so air-shattering I couldn't understand how it was legal to run on a residential street without warning all households within at least the three-block radius I had to walk before I began to feel that earplugs even meant anything. I still can't. Hestia had made her nest in the hall closet. I am made of adrenaline. [edit] The culprit seems to have been a vacuum extraction truck. Our neighborhood should have been issued airport worker ear protection.
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- 1: I've been with him for seven years and now I'll lose my situation
- 2: 'Cause living it up, it's a big deal, it's good for you
- 3: Cars and trips and maps we ripped
- 4: And the clock ticks faster every year
- 5: Are there some aces up your sleeve? Have you no idea that you're in deep?
- 6: Put your boots on, do they fit you comfortably?
- 7: Left you breathless in the brine
- 8: God knows what indiscretions I committed
- 9: One to sing and one to haul and one to heave me when I fall
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