The Doorway: a panfandom game

I'm all alone,
all by myself.
There is no one here beside me.
I'm all alone,
quite, all alone
No one to comfort me or guide me.
Why is there no one here with me
on the long and winding road
to lift my heavy load?
If there were someone here with me,
how happy I would be.
But I'm alone
Quite all alone
All by myself I'm all alone

I'm all alone

Turkey for me
Turkey for you
Let's eat the turkey
In my big brown shoe
Love to eat the turkey
At the table
I once saw a movie
With Betty Grable
Eat that turkey
All night long
Fifty million Elvis fans
Can't be wrong
Turkey lurkey doo and
Turkey lurkey dap
I eat that turkey
Then I take a nap

I want to go hunting this year for some turkey. Who's in?

I'm in! Time to sing and dance. Count me in.

Don't these things usually end by now?

The machines are beautiful
more perfect than man
and the must be kept running
any way they can.

The machines are beautiful
And workers mere slaves
Machines will still be running
When we're deep in our graves

The machines are beautiful
Creation of man
They're the strength of the city
They're the heart of the plan
They show no emotion
They will always obey
Machines will still be running
Through the night through the day

Hello.




It's me.

When the hell is Thanksgiving, anyway?

Probably before this famed Black Friday, right?

[filter: POTTERVERSE]

Are any of you going to celebrate with the yanks?

I'm a painter, not a singer.

Not even here for two weeks and already spending more time than I'd care to count locked out of my place of residence. And me without even a half-way decent idea as to how I'd get in. All this for a new toothbrush.