Placeholder: You say my time here has been some sort of joke That I've been messing around Some sort of incubating period For when I really come around but I'm cracking up And you have no idea No idea how it feels to be on your own In your own home with the fucking phone And the mother of gloom You say my time here has been some sort of joke That I've been messing around Some sort of incubating period For when I really come around but I'm cracking up And you have no idea No idea how it feels to be on your own In your own home with the fucking phone And the mother of gloom

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You say my time here has been some sort of joke That I've been messing around Some sort of incubating period For when I really come around but I'm cracking up And you have no idea No idea how it feels to be on your own In your own home with the fucking phone And the mother of gloom

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You say my time here has been some sort of joke That I've been messing around Some sort of incubating period For when I really come around but I'm cracking up And you have no idea No idea how it feels to be on your own In your own home with the fucking phone And the mother of gloom
So how come I feel so lonely when you're up getting down? … So I'll play along when I hear that special song I'm gonna be the one who gets it right You'd better move when you're swayin' round the room Looks like the magic's only ours tonight … But I don't feel like dancin' when the old Joanna plays
[art by Toulouse-Lautrec] Morticia Addams in agent provocateur sits in front of a mirror at a vanity, in her room
Around her, the crowd pulsated wildly. When Sabrina unleashed a desperate howl into the mic, begging the dark forces to take her, Samantha threw back her head and opened her mouth in a primal scream. For a moment, I glimpsed glistening white fangs where her canines should be. A shudder went through me at the feral sight. But before I could be certain, she slammed her head forward again, lost in oblivious euphoria. The band launched into a face-melting guitar solo as Samantha began to truly cut l
You say my time here has been some sort of joke That I've been messing around Some sort of incubating period For when I really come around but I'm cracking up And you have no idea No idea how it feels to be on your own In your own home with the fucking phone And the mother of gloom
You say my time here has been some sort of joke That I've been messing around Some sort of incubating period For when I really come around but I'm cracking up And you have no idea No idea how it feels to be on your own In your own home with the fucking phone And the mother of gloom
You say my time here has been some sort of joke That I've been messing around Some sort of incubating period For when I really come around but I'm cracking up And you have no idea No idea how it feels to be on your own In your own home with the fucking phone And the mother of gloom
[kupka] Fire! Bless my soul, that's the way it is Bless my soul, I can't resist Swift as a river With a hand as hard as stone What's hot as hell the same, won't leave you cold I'm a believer My world's just good as gold
[art by Toulouse-Lautrec] Morticia Addams in agent provocateur sits in front of a mirror at a vanity, in her room
You say my time here has been some sort of joke That I've been messing around Some sort of incubating period For when I really come around but I'm cracking up And you have no idea No idea how it feels to be on your own In your own home with the fucking phone And the mother of gloom
So how come I feel so lonely when you're up getting down? … So I'll play along when I hear that special song I'm gonna be the one who gets it right You'd better move when you're swayin' round the room Looks like the magic's only ours tonight … But I don't feel like dancin' when the old Joanna plays
Morticia Addams glided by his side with graceful elegance. For unlike her family's usual severe aesthetics, today Morticia had chosen to clad herself in the whimsical styles of Christian Dior. She wore an ankle-length dress of silk chiffon in a muted watercolor print of lavenders, sea blues, and shadowed greys. The slim skirt and fitted bodice draped lovingly over her lithe figure. A halter neckline gently displayed her alabaster shoulders. A wide-brimmed hat of the same printed silk shaded her
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