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Jan. 12th, 2031 08:52 pm
Now Leroy more than trouble. You see he stand 'bout six foot four. All those downtown ladies call him "Treetop Lover", all the men just call him "Sir".♫ (DON'T FEAR) THE REAPER BLUE OYSTER CULT
Seasons don't fear the reaper, nor do the wind, the sun or the rain, we can be like they are. Come on baby. Don't fear the reaper. Baby take my hand. Don't fear the reaper. We'll be able to fly. Don't fear the reaper. Baby, I'm your man♫ SOMEWHERE IN THW WOODS HOZIER
SONGLYRICS♫ CAREFUL WITH THAT AXE EUGENE PINK FLOYD
SONGLYRICS♫ HOLD ME, THRILL ME, KISS ME, KILL ME U2
SONGLYRICS♫ STEP INTO THIS ROOM ANS DANCE FÖR ME MADRUGADA
SONGLYRICS♫ CONTROL HALSEY
SONGLYRICS♫ HOLDING OUT FOR A HERO NOTHING BUT THIEVES
Where have all the good men gone?♫ CLOSER NIN
SONGLYRICS♫ THE LORD IS A MONKEY BUTTHOLE SURFERS
SONGLYRICS
‘Who are you?’ I asked, unaccustomed to the reverential tone I heard in my own voice. ‘What are you?’-- The Hound of the D'UrbervilleMoriarty smiled his adder’s smile.
And I relaxed. I knew. My destiny and his wound together. It was a sensation I’d never got before upon meeting a man. When I’d had it from women, the upshot ranged from disappointment to attempted murder. Understand me, Professor James Moriarty was a hateful man, the most hateful, hateable, creature I have ever known, not excluding Sir Augustus and Kali’s Kitten and the Abominable Bloody Snow-Bastard and the Reverend Henry James Prince. He was something man-shaped that had crawled out from under a rock and moved into the manor house. But, at that moment, I was his, and I remain his forever. If I am remembered, it will be because I knew him. From that day on, he was my father, my commanding officer, my heathen idol, my fortune and terror and rapture.
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