Chez Hopeless-Savage-Parker, New York, Friday

[swerval_zero]

"Go for credit in the straight world
Look a dealer in the eye
Go for credit in the real world
Won't you try?"

Zero was singing as she surfed the job listings on Craigslist. This might or might not be a product of the weirdness of her particular alma mater. It was hard to say with Zero. Sometimes she just sang.

"I got some credit in the straight world
I lost a leg, I lost an eye
Go for credit in the real world
You won't die."

When she jumped up and started bouncing around the living room like it was her own personal mosh pit...well, that could have gone either way, too.

"Instant credit in the straight world
Leaving money when you die
Lots of credit in the real world
Gets you high."

((Open to calls, texts, e-mails, That Guy, etc.))

Comments

[swerval_zero]

Yeah, Zero was still never going to get that right. "Then I don't know! Spins a web, any size,
Catches thieves just like flies
Look out!
Here comes the Spider-Man."

...

"Apparently yes."

[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

"I think I have a problem with your song's accuracy," Peter said.

[swerval_zero]

"I think I have a problem with your song's quality," was her snappy rejoinder, there.

[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

"You've only heard the first verse. It gets so much worse," Peter said.

He waited for the next line. Nope. That was just random unintentional rhyming.

[swerval_zero]

"I'm not sure I wanna know."

[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

"I'm not sure you have a choice in the matter," Peter sighed.

"Not every wanderer
Is lost or far from home
I didn’t have to move so far
To find myself alone

Save, you save yourself
Can’t even get that right
I used to use a single thread to cross the sky
And now the eye of the needle is a heart denied

See how the boy falls from the sky"

[swerval_zero]

"Well, that's terrible," Zero said bluntly. "And depressing."

[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

"If I start the last verse, I'm going to web my own mouth shut. I'm not going to put up with this for the rest of the night," Peter vowed.

[swerval_zero]

"Let's try to avoid that, then. Because, how would you eat?"

[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

"I can deal with hunger until this or the webbing wears off, I'm sure," Peter said. "But I'm not finishing the song again. It'll break me in a way Norman Osborn never could."