Shuffling.

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I've thrown all my books away.

I thought that love was science fiction
Until I saw you today
Now that love is my addiction
I've thrown all my books away

When I was young I was so naive
I didn't believe no I didn't believe
I didn't believe
Never thought that we'd last this long
Always thought that they'd drop the bomb
Drop the bomb (didn't)

I thought that love was science fiction
Until I saw you today
Now that love is my addiction
I've thrown all my books away

When I was young I was so naive
I didn't believe no I didn't believe
I didn't believe
I've been waiting for a man from space
To come to earth to meet the human race
The human race (didn't)

I thought that love was science fiction
Until I saw you today
Now that love is my addiction
I've thrown all my books away

Objects on top of piano.

Permitted:
1. Sheet music & books in regular usage. Piano music ONLY.
2. The two stone paperweight feet given to us by Leila.
3. Library books.
4. Books that people need to remember to return to someone.
Forbidden:
1. Books (other than those described above).
2. Small carrot-mopped boys.
3. Glasses of wine.
4. Slippers.

Strange yellow fruit.

Gentry have landed.

There shall be no more coffee shop anxiety for us.

Hey! See those little smudges on the tips of my fingers?
That's OUR dirt.

Update: Should you wish to see more smudges, dirt, fingers or strange fruits; and have not yet received a super seeeekrit linky-link from us; send us an email and a super seeekrit linky-link shall follow.

The agony of hope.

John Cleese, in Clockwise:
"It's not the despair.... it's the hope."

A superhero or two.

Viola is Wonder Woman, Trouble is The Hulk.