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I knew when I first saw you
On the showroom floor
You were made for me
I took you home
And dressed you up in polyester
Princess of my dreams
Emotionless and cold as ice
All of the things I like
The way you look
The way you move
The sounds you’re makin’
In ultrachrome, latex and steel

I plug you in
Dim the lights
Electric barbarella
Your perfect skin
Plastic kiss
Electric barbarella
Try to resist
Then we touch,
Hallucinate and tranquilize

(she’s so fine)
(she’s all mine)

Our private life is subject to investigation
No time to waste
People say they heard about our deviation
But you never looked so good
Wear the fake fur and fake pearls for me
And put on your mystery
The way I feel you know
I never keep you waiting
In ultrachrome, latex and steel

(chorus)

Princess of my dreams
Princess of my dreams
Majordomo plasticomo barbarella
(she’s so fine)
Progenetic you electric barbarella
(she’s all mine)
My pretty pretty
Pretty pretty
Barbarella

I’m listening to the song "I’ll believe in anything" by Wolf Parade and drinking some vodka and berry (concentrated berry) juice.  Today was Mina’s birthday.  She had the pleasure of taking Jackie for the first walk of the day to find that her bike had been stolen over night.  She ran back inside, to a groggy me, crying and declaring her  hatred of this town.  Her hatred of this town.  Hatred.  Oh… What to do?  I find myself at a loss for motivation to help her.  I’m doing well, though.  Registered for school in my new to be short lived excersize in college education, architecture.  I just started volunteering at the Portland Performing Arts theater as a way to meet some new faces.  Mina refused. Wow, "Lord Leopard"  by Caribou just came on.  I tried to learn to Moonwalk today.  I put the big mirror on the floor so that I could check my moves.  No good.  I watched the video online and looked up tips, but my lanky legs seem impossible.   I have a tin full of markers by my side and the Vodka seems to be encouraging me to put them to use on our walls.  The walls are Lime pinstripes that we did on a whim one afternoon.  They seem to be asking for some scribbled jungle foilage.  I wish I could succumb to my whims and wants.
Well I think this will be my new nonsense chamber.  Oh me, oh why.