Spectacularly ugly business, this. I hardly needed workplace disputes on top of all of it.

This night, walk the dead In a solitary style And crash the cemetery gates In the dress your husband hates

It's a miracle of science All this betrayal and violence, and it lives inside us all And it lives inside our heart, just like a stupid fucking tapeworm Who can we blame?

Black dog I see; daily, nightly Monthly, yearly, sweetly, dearly She says, When you pet me, I feel neatly Rub my paws please, and scratch my belly

Forgotten souls, we'll be okay The garden grows in frozen rain Forgotten souls, we can't lose aim Have some faith

Hm.

Well.

How am I meant to get any damn work done around here?

This is the only thing I can think of worse than Cerberus.

I would really love to delegate handling citizen complaints to somebody (anybody) else.

That's probably going to get me in trouble, but gods did it feel good.

Okay. Okay.

You don't have it any better, you don't have it any worse You're an irreplaceable human soul with your own understanding of what it means to suffer And that's a huge bummer

My brain is a human body My brain is a human body And you will not get out You will not get out My blood is worse than your blood This heart pumps baby piss So you will not get out You will not get out

Back to work.

This place has become active, hasn't it.

I liked it better when there were fewer higher powers here.