Maybe you’re gonna change my life around

by illimitableoceanofinexplicability

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Here she comes, you better watch your step
She’s going to break your heart in two, it’s true
It’s not hard to realize
Just look into her false colored eyes
She builds you up to just put you down, what a clown

– Lou Reed ‘Femme Fatale’

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She’s the kind of girl you dream of
Dream of keeping hold of
You’d better forget it
You’ll never get it
She will play around and leave you
Leave you and deceive you
Better forget it
Oh you’ll regret it

– Phil Collins ‘Easy Lover’

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jacquelinePOETIZERESS

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Oh, I felt a rush like a rolling bolt of thunder
Spinning my head around and taking my body under

Alright, that’s enough, for now. Maybe later, at some future date unimaginable to us here in the present, prisoners of the past and falling, flailing towards the unknown, we can (with good reason) find more lines from songs which aptly describe Jacqueline Horrorchild and our relationship to her, but, at this time let’s instead get down to brass tacks.

A special few of you, devoted followers of The Institute, and admirers of The President and Founder, who have become enamored of that world renowned wordsmith, Official Poetizer and all around good egg Jack Horrorchild will now face a reality more nightmarish than any dreamed of by folks who do that sort of thing. Jack is gone. Yes, I am quite aware that he has left before only to show up hours later expecting a heroes welcome which we gladly gave him time after time, however, this time, I’m afraid, is different. So, as living in the past is unadvisable, and as we (or most of us anyway) are not given to dwelling on what cannot be changed we bid adieu to Jack Horrorchild until we meet again, and, quickly turning, give our warmest welcome with much excitement and anticipation to Jacqueline Horrorchild the interim Official Poetizer for The Institute for the Study of Slightly Varying Circumstances.

[APPLAUSE]

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