Little Angels go away come again some other day 'cause the devil has my ears today and I won't hear a word you say ... #apc #house #doorwindow #weakandpowerless https://www.instagram.com/p/CCbDXtKFrVVzelRKm8e6DTZzk17tAawDwHOUjc0/?igshid=dudggndnlcr8

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Little Angels go away come again some other day 'cause the devil has my ears today and I won't hear a word you say ... #apc #house #doorwindow #weakandpowerless https://www.instagram.com/p/CCbDXtKFrVVzelRKm8e6DTZzk17tAawDwHOUjc0/?igshid=dudggndnlcr8
That tweet didn’t age well did it? #weakandpowerless #satsumalivesdontmatter (at Newport, Wales) https://www.instagram.com/p/CA6RyUZnt_p/?igshid=iyrifk579q49
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Weak and Powerless
Ever since coming to the safe house, getting it all to himself for a full day was virtually impossible. There were so many people coming and going that it was rare to see a moment that someone wasn’t making a travel path. Today, though, he woke up to nothing but silence. There was no television playing, no radio, not even the sound of arguing—something that happened often with numerous different personalities. It was as if everyone decided to find something to do.
Everyone except for him.
He took advantage of it, not only walking around in no more than his boxers but raiding the fridge and turning up his brand of music loud enough to disturb the neighbors. At least if they had any. Luckily no sound went beyond the walls of the dry cleaner.
As the day crawled by, boredom began to sit in until he had begun to contemplate heading out as well. Instead he ended up booting the gaming system that one of the other crew members had bought. Or stolen. It was hard to say.
Stretched across the length of the couch, his head on one arm and his feet propped upon the other, he angled his head awkwardly as he idly mashed at the buttons, doing his best to defeat some boss via a quick time event. Pausing momentarily to take a drink from his soda and to snag a bite from his sandwich, he glanced to the time and stretched out again.
Nearly two in the morning and the house was still empty save for him. Whatever had kept the crew away definitely must be interesting.
#cinquanta #maynard @aperfectcircle @puscifer @failure #weakandpowerless (at Greek Theatre L.A.)