I am Angel, and Angel is Me

[bluntforcemama]

We're the same person, aren't we, AngelinaBoBeena? So we're sort of a troll to one another?

 

[Angel]

But of course chica. Except for in two days

I'd better get the nitty-gritty though.

Wanna see what I did to my hair today?

 

[bluntforcemama]

Oh I like that! You ever bleach it all?

 

[Svedish_Chef]

And they are I, so we make the holy trinity

 

[bluntforcemama]

Here I go again

And here I go again on my own, going down the only road I've ever known. Like a drifter, I was born to walk alone.


I tried bleaching my hair in high school, but it turned more orange than blonde.

I get to be the antichrist.

 

[Angel]

No way! I don't think I'd like how I'd look with an entire head of bleached blonde.

When I was about two my hair had slowly changed from nearly black to white-blonde and I looked pretty freaky with it. Plus my skin tone has darkened a little since then so I'd probably look weird.

I think you'd look pretty with your tips bleached - your hair is so dark you'd have to get a certain kind. The name escapes me at the moment but it's made for very dark/black hair.

 

[LordMagicMan]

Not that it matters, I bleached my hair once, after I dyed it blue with really cheap dye. I also tried to dye the goatee but that didnt work for a stich...

 

[Svedish_Chef]

Re: Here I go again

And here I go again on my own, going down the only road I've ever known. Like a drifter, I was born to walk alone.


I tried bleaching my hair in high school, but it turned more orange than blonde.

I get to be the antichrist.

"I've got the antichrist in the kitchen yelling at mea again"

 

[bluntforcemama]

Angel, I bet you look just like your avatar now.

 

[bluntforcemama]

Re: Re: Here I go again

"I've got the antichrist in the kitchen yelling at mea again"

But what if I'm a mermaid?

 

[Angel]

My hooters are not nearly quite that large, darlin'. And my hair is not that long anymore. Hehe.

 

[bluntforcemama]

whatever... I've seen your hooters. They'll do perfectly.

 

[Angel]

 

[bluntforcemama]

Yeah baby, I'm cool.


Now who's got the power?

 

[Angel]

Well since you're me, I do.

 

[bluntforcemama]

Clever girl.

 

[Angel]

Always, cara mia.

 

[bluntforcemama]

Per Sempre Bellezza

 

[Angel]

Gotta Love Berlin

Watching every motion
In my foolish lover's game
On this endless ocean
Finally lovers know no shame
Turning and returning
To some secret place inside
Watching in slow motion
As you turn around and say

Take my breath away
Take my breath away

Watching I keep waiting
Still anticipating love
Never hesitating
To become the fated ones
Turning and returning
To some secret place to hide
Watching in slow motion
As you turn to me and say

Take my breath away

Through the hourglass I saw you
In time you slipped away
When the mirror crashed I called you
And turned to hear you say
If only for today
I am unafraid

Take my breath away

Watching every motion
In this foolish lover's game
Haunted by the notion
Somewhere there's a love in flames
Turning and returning
To some secret place inside
Watching in slow motion
As you turn my way and say

Take my breath away

 

[Angel]

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[scylis]

ok, if the three of you are one in the same, then who am i?

what am i doing here?

why are big purplish, cartoon, zombie gorrillas dancing like they're in the Thriller video? ooo hoo hoo hoo hoo?

 

[morninggirl5]

Welcome Back Scylis!!!!

 

[Beebeeblue]

Allright you 2. Stop confusing all the untwinks. Thats just not nice.


And Mystilicious, Ive seen your boobies. They look quite boobalicious...

 

[bluntforcemama]

And Mystilicious, Ive seen your boobies. They look quite boobalicious...

Yes, as I recall you were something of a catalyst

 

[Bob Peale]

I'll see your, "Take My Breath Away"

and raise you a "Masquerade"

The painted faces on the street
caricatures of long ago
oh they were young and oh so sweet
down beyond the boulevard
knock on doors and empty halls
and still sometimes remember
the masquerade's forever

when you see the price they paid
i'm sure you'll come and join the masquerade

the reeling figurtes pass on by
like ghosts in some forgotten play
beneath the black and empty sky
music plays and figures dance
with partners chosen by chance
and still some times remember
the masquerade's forever

they reached for tomorrow
but tomorrows, more of the same
so they reached for tomorrow
but tomorrow never came

when you hear the price they paid
i'm sure you'll come and join the masquerade

one by one and two by two
past eight by tens in shattered frames
the players try to leave the room
frantic puppets on a string
and all the while the music sings
and still sometimes remember
the masquerade's forever