08/15/10l 1:18 AM.

[detectivewonder]

[Audio post]

Every single night, the same arrangement
I go out and fight the fight
Still I always feel this strange estrangement
Nothing here is real
Nothing here is right

Oh I've been making shows of trading blows just hoping no-one knows
That I've been going through the motions
Walking through the set
Nothing is the same without the bat...

i was always

Comments

[vampbait]

Do you.. usually sing like that?

[detectivewonder]

No.

[vampbait]

So you know that song too?

[detectivewonder]

No, it just sort of... came to me.

[sangoffkey]

I don't know whether to applause or barf.

[detectivewonder]

... I'm not too sure myself. That was, uh... spontaneous.

[sangoffkey]

More like disturbing.

[detectivewonder]

Yeah, you're telling me. All of a sudden everything felt choreographed, and the words just kind of came out.

[expositional]

Oh.

[detectivewonder]

That... was involuntary. And I wasn't the only one affected, judging by the catburglar conga line.

Any investigational insights?

[expositional]

Other than your prowess as a baritone..

[detectivewonder]

News to me, too.

Anyway, not that that wasn't the quintessence of fun, but according to Miss Stackhouse, that was an actual song I sang - paraphrased in places - but I've never heard it before. Which implies something read my mind, found something appropriate in the tune, and implanted it in my head... and that doesn't usually lead to hugs and puppies.

On the other hand, I really don't know where to start an investigation like this... but if someone's messing with my head, I want someone I trust keeping an eye out. Last time I went crazy wasn't too pretty.

[devilmythos]

Impressive performance. As for the topic of the song, I wouldn't worry son, you're still young.

[detectivewonder]

Thanks.