Ohhhhhh, greaaaatttttttt... The depression syndrome is spreading badly throughout the isle. Now Coriolis is the latest victim. Back-trip. I don't like San Juan. The capital is so full of shit, literally. It is a cold cement jungle that preys on you and make you loose touch of the real self. Hit with a brick. Sometimes money ain't just enough... It is plainly seen that God has a huge sense of humor at our expense. :p
I am feeling happy ever since yesterday. Seems that closeness to the Witching Day is kicking on good vibes. At least for a day I get to play being myself without condemnations by society. It is so good to grasp freedom even if once a year...
Seems I'm allergic to the a/c at work, since the air conducts are not in good shape. Got the almost-Daria syndrome, getting all red, face to toe until I get off work and wait 15 minutes... Hmmm...
Kitties! Many kitties! Showering kitties at Lucinda's home! Her man fixed my car's breaks last night in just 1 1/2 hours, and I bought the car's license today... now I only have the window's problem ... Little by little...
Hope there's a light at the end of the road...
10-4
Webspinning of the Arcane mixed with a bit of poison, passion, dreaming and humanity...
Thursday, October 30, 2003
Wednesday, October 29, 2003
Lightheaded, a bit sleepy... Never-never Land is home. From mad to wicked, that's the road to follow. Carefree life seems to treat one better... Anyway... My car has a broken window, no license, and bad brakes. I'm looking for a mechanic, and hopefully won't forget to reach the insurance company.
Coriolis discovered HotTopic. He can die now. ;)
Halloween is in two days, so that should make me happy... or devious.
Set feels the spirit, definitively...
10-4
Coriolis discovered HotTopic. He can die now. ;)
Halloween is in two days, so that should make me happy... or devious.
Set feels the spirit, definitively...
10-4
Wednesday, October 22, 2003
Pretty drapes in light beige adorned the wall. They resembled regal drapes of the Renaissance perhaps... The light toned down, only two torchieres on each side, both with shades in red crystal. Right at their side, chandeliers in red flickering a lovely red flame. There were flowers covering the left wall, and a nice padded stepper right in front of the main table, where layed a casket of pure white. Inside, silk lining served as a snow background to the lovely lady that rested in it. Her dark hair contrasted with the white silk. Her features were peaceful, tranquility radiating from her with its invisible glow. Her lips depicted a soft smile, an understanding smile full of compassion and serenity.
I watched from a corner, the reverence of the human behavior in such times... The despair of the mother, the hurting of the brothers and sisters and true friends, and the onlookers who went to watch and gossip later. It was all a display of tradition, an everyday event on such a place... It never ceases to strike me that in a same place parody and tragedy merges in an attempt to explain or reason death.
After a while I went to the old lady who always greeted me in her house... and to the sister that always saluted me whenever I visited... Then I went to say a last goodbye to my dear friend, smiling back at her, kissing her forehead and giving a last caress to her hair. Rest in peace. You earned it. Goodbye, Mayrita. Until we meet again.
I couldnt go to the cemetery, I am not well and right now I would be to emphatic with many behaviors... I was dizzy and even panicked at so much people in the place... I had to leave for I knew if I stayed I would just faint. Driving back home... A long drive...
10-4
I watched from a corner, the reverence of the human behavior in such times... The despair of the mother, the hurting of the brothers and sisters and true friends, and the onlookers who went to watch and gossip later. It was all a display of tradition, an everyday event on such a place... It never ceases to strike me that in a same place parody and tragedy merges in an attempt to explain or reason death.
After a while I went to the old lady who always greeted me in her house... and to the sister that always saluted me whenever I visited... Then I went to say a last goodbye to my dear friend, smiling back at her, kissing her forehead and giving a last caress to her hair. Rest in peace. You earned it. Goodbye, Mayrita. Until we meet again.
I couldnt go to the cemetery, I am not well and right now I would be to emphatic with many behaviors... I was dizzy and even panicked at so much people in the place... I had to leave for I knew if I stayed I would just faint. Driving back home... A long drive...
10-4
Tuesday, October 21, 2003
An old friend died today at 12:30pm. Mayra had breast cancer, which ended up taking her lungs and spreading internally. She left behind two children, a husband that now will learn the value that she had, and her family and friends. I met her in my first job, at HP... around 1990. She was always giving herself to others, selflessly. She suffered much due to her husband's gambling and absence. Her children were rascals who started to change their attitude when they learned about their mother's illness two years ago. She was a quiet one, always giving her ears and her heart, always looking for the bright side of things and life. She had words of inspiration at all times, and in face of adversity she stood strong and fought to the death. She had won heaven a long time ago, so I am certain she is peacefully resting now. Her life, words and dreams will not be forgotten. Forever my friend. I only regret I could not talk to you one last time. Such a sudden departure, so unexpected... No more pain.
10-4
10-4
Monday, October 20, 2003
Been sick... Like, getting used to it? If you have an enemy, wish him/her migraine. It is absolutely the worst thing to bother 24/7... Last week was the flu. This week started with lovely throwing up just before getting into my car. Since then, migraine and overall nausea feeling. Lovely and cozy. Couldnt go to work, bad start to new system week. Need to get rid off the string of bad luck! This is suppossed to be the month of witches, DAMNIT! Bedridden, sad... Taking many pills... Yeah, Arkham sounds good.
Monday, October 06, 2003
I see black, I see white
I see the darkness and the light
Life goes up, life goes down
I am the hero and the clown
(I live it up) - yeah
(Won't give it up)
I want it all don't wanna fall
(I live it up - won't give it up)
(I want it all don't wanna fall)
I'm pretty sure there must be something worth living for
(Walk Your Way) Don't let them tear you apart
(Walk Your Way) Don't let them change you
You are here to live and what you take you've got to give
(Walk your way) It's just a signal from your heart
(Walk your way) Sometimes it strange though
Life is such a game, don't give it up
Cuz it will never be the same
I'm smoking, I'm soaking
Till there is nothing left to lose
Shit stinks and really smells bad
Step into it - makes you upset
(I live it up) - oh yeah
(Won't give it up)
I want it all don't wanna fall, yeah!
(I live it up) - oh yeah
(Won't give it up)
(I want it all don't wanna fall)
I'm pretty sure there must be something worth living for
(Walk Your Way) Don't let them tear you apart
(Walk Your Way) Don't let them change you
You are here to live and what you take you've got to give
(Walk your way) It's just a signal from your heart
(Walk your way) Sometimes it strange though
Life is such a game, don't give it up
Cuz it will never be the same
(whoa oh oh oh oh) yeah
(whoa oh oh oh oh) So many different things are waiting to be done
(whoa oh oh oh oh)
(whoa oh oh oh oh) So many things but you can put your ears into the sound
(whoa oh oh oh oh) hey
(whoa oh oh oh oh) Just take your time and you will never be too late
(whoa oh oh oh oh)
(whoa oh oh oh oh) Just take your time don't try to change your fate
(Walk Your Way) Don't let them tear you apart
(Walk Your Way) Don't let them change you
You are here to live and what you take you've got to give
(Walk your way) It's just a signal from your heart
(Walk your way) Sometimes it strange though
Life is such a game, don't give it up
Cuz it will never be the same.
-Walk Your Way by Helloween
I see the darkness and the light
Life goes up, life goes down
I am the hero and the clown
(I live it up) - yeah
(Won't give it up)
I want it all don't wanna fall
(I live it up - won't give it up)
(I want it all don't wanna fall)
I'm pretty sure there must be something worth living for
(Walk Your Way) Don't let them tear you apart
(Walk Your Way) Don't let them change you
You are here to live and what you take you've got to give
(Walk your way) It's just a signal from your heart
(Walk your way) Sometimes it strange though
Life is such a game, don't give it up
Cuz it will never be the same
I'm smoking, I'm soaking
Till there is nothing left to lose
Shit stinks and really smells bad
Step into it - makes you upset
(I live it up) - oh yeah
(Won't give it up)
I want it all don't wanna fall, yeah!
(I live it up) - oh yeah
(Won't give it up)
(I want it all don't wanna fall)
I'm pretty sure there must be something worth living for
(Walk Your Way) Don't let them tear you apart
(Walk Your Way) Don't let them change you
You are here to live and what you take you've got to give
(Walk your way) It's just a signal from your heart
(Walk your way) Sometimes it strange though
Life is such a game, don't give it up
Cuz it will never be the same
(whoa oh oh oh oh) yeah
(whoa oh oh oh oh) So many different things are waiting to be done
(whoa oh oh oh oh)
(whoa oh oh oh oh) So many things but you can put your ears into the sound
(whoa oh oh oh oh) hey
(whoa oh oh oh oh) Just take your time and you will never be too late
(whoa oh oh oh oh)
(whoa oh oh oh oh) Just take your time don't try to change your fate
(Walk Your Way) Don't let them tear you apart
(Walk Your Way) Don't let them change you
You are here to live and what you take you've got to give
(Walk your way) It's just a signal from your heart
(Walk your way) Sometimes it strange though
Life is such a game, don't give it up
Cuz it will never be the same.
-Walk Your Way by Helloween
The Raven
by Edgar Allan Poe
First Published in 1845
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
" 'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door;
Only this, and nothing more."
Ah, distinctly I remember, it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow, sorrow for the lost Lenore,.
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore,
Nameless here forevermore.
And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me---filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,
" 'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door,
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door.
This it is, and nothing more."
Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is, I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you." Here I opened wide the door;---
Darkness there, and nothing more.
Deep into the darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word,
Lenore?, This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word,
"Lenore!" Merely this, and nothing more.
Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping, something louder than before,
"Surely," said I, "surely, that is something at my window lattice.
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore.
Let my heart be still a moment, and this mystery explore.
" 'Tis the wind, and nothing more."
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven, of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door.
Perched upon a bust of Pallas, just above my chamber door,
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven thou," I said, "art sure no craven,
Ghastly, grim, and ancient raven, wandering from the nightly shore.
Tell me what the lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore."
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."
Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning, little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door,
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as "Nevermore."
But the raven, sitting lonely on that placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered; not a feather then he fluttered;
Till I scarcely more than muttered, "Other friends have flown before;
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before."
Then the bird said, "Nevermore."
Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master, whom unmerciful disaster
Followed fast and followed faster, till his songs one burden bore,---
Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore
Of "Never---nevermore."
But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore --
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking "Nevermore."
Thus I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl, whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er
She shall press, ah, nevermore!
Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor.
"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee -- by these angels he hath
Sent thee respite---respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, O quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!"
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore!"
"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!--prophet still, if bird or devil!
Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate, yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted--
On this home by horror haunted--tell me truly, I implore:
Is there--is there balm in Gilead?--tell me--tell me I implore!"
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."
"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil--prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that heaven that bends above us--by that God we both adore--
Tell this soul with sorrow laden, if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden, whom the angels name Lenore---
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels name Lenore?
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."
"Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting--
"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! -- quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."
And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming.
And the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted---nevermore!
by Edgar Allan Poe
First Published in 1845
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
" 'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door;
Only this, and nothing more."
Ah, distinctly I remember, it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow, sorrow for the lost Lenore,.
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore,
Nameless here forevermore.
And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me---filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,
" 'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door,
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door.
This it is, and nothing more."
Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is, I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you." Here I opened wide the door;---
Darkness there, and nothing more.
Deep into the darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word,
Lenore?, This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word,
"Lenore!" Merely this, and nothing more.
Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping, something louder than before,
"Surely," said I, "surely, that is something at my window lattice.
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore.
Let my heart be still a moment, and this mystery explore.
" 'Tis the wind, and nothing more."
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven, of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door.
Perched upon a bust of Pallas, just above my chamber door,
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven thou," I said, "art sure no craven,
Ghastly, grim, and ancient raven, wandering from the nightly shore.
Tell me what the lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore."
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."
Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning, little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door,
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as "Nevermore."
But the raven, sitting lonely on that placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered; not a feather then he fluttered;
Till I scarcely more than muttered, "Other friends have flown before;
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before."
Then the bird said, "Nevermore."
Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master, whom unmerciful disaster
Followed fast and followed faster, till his songs one burden bore,---
Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore
Of "Never---nevermore."
But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore --
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking "Nevermore."
Thus I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl, whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er
She shall press, ah, nevermore!
Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor.
"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee -- by these angels he hath
Sent thee respite---respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, O quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!"
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore!"
"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!--prophet still, if bird or devil!
Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate, yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted--
On this home by horror haunted--tell me truly, I implore:
Is there--is there balm in Gilead?--tell me--tell me I implore!"
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."
"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil--prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that heaven that bends above us--by that God we both adore--
Tell this soul with sorrow laden, if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden, whom the angels name Lenore---
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels name Lenore?
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."
"Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting--
"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! -- quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."
And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming.
And the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted---nevermore!
Wednesday, October 01, 2003
This one's for Coriolis alter ego as... Snake... alias Gaston. (Yes, couldnt help myself):
Gaston:
Who does she think she is?
That girl has tangled with the wrong man!
LeFou:
Darn right.
Gaston:
No one says "no" to Gaston!
Dismissed! Rejected!
Publicly humiliated! Why, it's more than I can bear.
LeFou:
More beer?
Gaston:
What for? Nothing helps. I'm disgraced.
LeFou:
Who, you? Never! Gaston, you've got to pull yourself together.
Lefou:
Gosh it disturbs me to see you, Gaston
Looking so down in the dumps
Ev'ry guy here'd love to be you, Gaston
Even when taking your lumps
There's no man in town as admired as you
You're ev'ryone's favorite guy
Ev'ryone's awed and inspired by you
And it's not very hard to see why
No one's slick as Gaston
No one's quick as Gaston
No one's neck's as incredibly thick as Gaston's
For there's no man in town half as manly
Perfect, a pure paragon!
You can ask any Tom, Dick or Stanley
And they'll tell you whose team they prefer to be on
Lefou and Chorus:
No one's been like Gaston
A king pin like Gaston
LeFou:
No one's got a swell cleft in his chin like Gaston
Gaston:
As a specimen, yes, I'm intimidating!
Lefou and Chorus:
My what a guy, that Gaston!
Give five "hurrahs!"
Give twelve "hip-hips!"
LeFou:
Gaston is the best
And the rest is all drips
Chorus:
No one fights like Gaston
Douses lights like Gaston
LeFou:
In a wrestling match nobody bites like Gaston!
Bimbettes:
For there's no one as burly and brawny
Gaston:
As you see I've got biceps to spare
LeFou:
Not a bit of him's scraggly or scrawny
Gaston:
That's right!
And ev'ry last inch of me's covered with hair
Chorus:
No one hits like Gaston
Matches wits like Gaston
LeFou:
In a spitting match nobody spits like Gaston
Gaston:
I'm espcially good at expectorating!
Ptoooie!
Chorus:
Ten points for Gaston!
Gaston:
When I was a lad I ate four dozen eggs
Ev'ry morning to help me get large
And now that I'm grown I eat five dozen eggs
So I'm roughly the size of a barge!
Chorus:
Oh, ahhh, wow!
My what a guy, that Gaston!
No one shoots like Gaston
Makes those beauts like Gaston
LeFou:
Then goes tromping around wearing boots like Gaston
Gaston:
I use antlers in all of my decorating!
Chorus:
My what a guy,
Gaston!
Song: Gaston from Disney's Beauty and the Beast
Gaston:
Who does she think she is?
That girl has tangled with the wrong man!
LeFou:
Darn right.
Gaston:
No one says "no" to Gaston!
Dismissed! Rejected!
Publicly humiliated! Why, it's more than I can bear.
LeFou:
More beer?
Gaston:
What for? Nothing helps. I'm disgraced.
LeFou:
Who, you? Never! Gaston, you've got to pull yourself together.
Lefou:
Gosh it disturbs me to see you, Gaston
Looking so down in the dumps
Ev'ry guy here'd love to be you, Gaston
Even when taking your lumps
There's no man in town as admired as you
You're ev'ryone's favorite guy
Ev'ryone's awed and inspired by you
And it's not very hard to see why
No one's slick as Gaston
No one's quick as Gaston
No one's neck's as incredibly thick as Gaston's
For there's no man in town half as manly
Perfect, a pure paragon!
You can ask any Tom, Dick or Stanley
And they'll tell you whose team they prefer to be on
Lefou and Chorus:
No one's been like Gaston
A king pin like Gaston
LeFou:
No one's got a swell cleft in his chin like Gaston
Gaston:
As a specimen, yes, I'm intimidating!
Lefou and Chorus:
My what a guy, that Gaston!
Give five "hurrahs!"
Give twelve "hip-hips!"
LeFou:
Gaston is the best
And the rest is all drips
Chorus:
No one fights like Gaston
Douses lights like Gaston
LeFou:
In a wrestling match nobody bites like Gaston!
Bimbettes:
For there's no one as burly and brawny
Gaston:
As you see I've got biceps to spare
LeFou:
Not a bit of him's scraggly or scrawny
Gaston:
That's right!
And ev'ry last inch of me's covered with hair
Chorus:
No one hits like Gaston
Matches wits like Gaston
LeFou:
In a spitting match nobody spits like Gaston
Gaston:
I'm espcially good at expectorating!
Ptoooie!
Chorus:
Ten points for Gaston!
Gaston:
When I was a lad I ate four dozen eggs
Ev'ry morning to help me get large
And now that I'm grown I eat five dozen eggs
So I'm roughly the size of a barge!
Chorus:
Oh, ahhh, wow!
My what a guy, that Gaston!
No one shoots like Gaston
Makes those beauts like Gaston
LeFou:
Then goes tromping around wearing boots like Gaston
Gaston:
I use antlers in all of my decorating!
Chorus:
My what a guy,
Gaston!
Song: Gaston from Disney's Beauty and the Beast
Climb ev'ry mountain
Search high and low
Follow ev'ry by-way
Every path you know
Climb ev'ry mountain
Ford ev'ry stream
Follow ev'ry rainbow
'Till you find your dream
A dream that will need
All the love you can give
Everyday of your life
For as long as you live
Climb ev'ry mountain
Ford ev'ry stream
Follow ev'ry rainbow
'Till you find your dream
A dream that will need
All the love you can give
Everyday of your life
For as long as you live
Climb ev'ry mountain
Ford ev'ry stream
Follow ev'ry rainbow
'Till you find your dream
- Song: Climb Ev'ry Mountain from The Sound of Music Soundtrack
Search high and low
Follow ev'ry by-way
Every path you know
Climb ev'ry mountain
Ford ev'ry stream
Follow ev'ry rainbow
'Till you find your dream
A dream that will need
All the love you can give
Everyday of your life
For as long as you live
Climb ev'ry mountain
Ford ev'ry stream
Follow ev'ry rainbow
'Till you find your dream
A dream that will need
All the love you can give
Everyday of your life
For as long as you live
Climb ev'ry mountain
Ford ev'ry stream
Follow ev'ry rainbow
'Till you find your dream
- Song: Climb Ev'ry Mountain from The Sound of Music Soundtrack
The Bad:
Lucinda got conjutivitis from little Einstein. Now the girl is in quarentene...Buahahahaha. Got a call from an old friend... with some bad news... Seems that the cancer treatment she took solved the problem for a little while but now it re-emerged and started the chimo again this week, and her lungs get filled with water... Her family may take her to the States for the right treatment. Me, I have an endless migraine, plenty of stress/ansiety/depression/nervous breakdown of sorts. Work keeps on being a pain in the ass.. Where's a time-out when u need it?
The Good:
RedRose by StephenKing, really nice. Gold & Blood by AnneRice, a masterpiece as usual. Kali is as adorable as ever. I realized Vierna is 4 years old. I am creating a nice costume for the official Cratures of the Night day... Absolutely fall in love with Jafar and Iago. The Beast looked better as a Beast than as a prince.
Coriolis is getting a promotion, became the sin-eater, got another job (so now he has 3), and still gives some personality to gaston and Jafar while managing to play magic and keep the elf happy... Talk about an overachiever! Ah... Immortals...
I hope that by the end of the year the machinations of my machiavelic plan begins, so maybe next year I can sit back, smoke a cigar and say " I love it when a plan comes together".
AVO taking a turn to save mankind. Go GreenPeace! Fight the real enemy!
The Whatever:
Dark thoughts are great, odes to darkness take my breath away. Blood is alluring. Life is an adventure whether it is good-bad-ugly doesn't matter... The innocent look at each day in wonder, the sinner look at each day for something else... But the gifts come to us as BloodKisses, sweet nothings of pain makes us yield and remember that being vulnerable may be our greatest ally on the figt for power and a turning tide on the war for self-conquest.
10-4
Lucinda got conjutivitis from little Einstein. Now the girl is in quarentene...Buahahahaha. Got a call from an old friend... with some bad news... Seems that the cancer treatment she took solved the problem for a little while but now it re-emerged and started the chimo again this week, and her lungs get filled with water... Her family may take her to the States for the right treatment. Me, I have an endless migraine, plenty of stress/ansiety/depression/nervous breakdown of sorts. Work keeps on being a pain in the ass.. Where's a time-out when u need it?
The Good:
RedRose by StephenKing, really nice. Gold & Blood by AnneRice, a masterpiece as usual. Kali is as adorable as ever. I realized Vierna is 4 years old. I am creating a nice costume for the official Cratures of the Night day... Absolutely fall in love with Jafar and Iago. The Beast looked better as a Beast than as a prince.
Coriolis is getting a promotion, became the sin-eater, got another job (so now he has 3), and still gives some personality to gaston and Jafar while managing to play magic and keep the elf happy... Talk about an overachiever! Ah... Immortals...
I hope that by the end of the year the machinations of my machiavelic plan begins, so maybe next year I can sit back, smoke a cigar and say " I love it when a plan comes together".
AVO taking a turn to save mankind. Go GreenPeace! Fight the real enemy!
The Whatever:
Dark thoughts are great, odes to darkness take my breath away. Blood is alluring. Life is an adventure whether it is good-bad-ugly doesn't matter... The innocent look at each day in wonder, the sinner look at each day for something else... But the gifts come to us as BloodKisses, sweet nothings of pain makes us yield and remember that being vulnerable may be our greatest ally on the figt for power and a turning tide on the war for self-conquest.
10-4