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♫ Sleep like dead men
Wake up like dead men
And when the sun comes
Try not to hate the light
Someday we'll try
To walk upright ♫

♫ Many times I loved
Many times been bitten
Many times I've gazed
Along the open road.

Many times I've lied
Many times I've listened
Many times I've wondered
How much there is to know.

Many dreams come true
And some have silver linings
I live for my dream
And a pocketful of gold.

Mellow is the man
Who knows what he's been missing
Many many men
Can't see the open road.

Many is a word
That only leaves you guessing
Guessing 'bout a thing
You really ought to know
You really ought to know♫

They say it's human nature, wars will be fought and innocents will be killed.
And every soul we lose is yet another mission unfulfilled.
Meanwhile it seems like I'm the only living person who knows
exactly how the story goes. The answer's right in front of our nose.

My friend, humanity, stop this insanity,
Put a drop of vanilla behind each ear
and you'll smell like a cookie all day.
Yes, you'll smell like a cookie all day.

♫ however far away
i will always love you
however long i stay
i will always love you
whatever words i say
i will always love you ♫

What is this place
filled with so many wonders?
Casting its spell
That I am now under

Squirrels in the trees
and the cute little bunnies
Birds flying free
and bees with their honey

Hooooonneeeeeeey!

Oooh, what a magical place
and I owe it all to the Pegasus race
If I knew the ground had so much up its sleeve
I'd have come here sooner, and never leave

Yes, I love everythiiiiing!

Yobeba Violence
akuma no Lost Shot
inoreba Respect
SHIKKU na Lost Shock

AREKORE itta tte DAME nan da mon
Trouble daraka no War City
SHINOGONO itta tte MURI nan da mon
Minus darake no Bad Sight

BAANINGU yasashisa ja kawaranai yuki kou yokan
tokai ni tobasu Sixth Sence
MAAZU FUREIMU SUNAIPAA
atashi honoo no Messenger
atashi honoo no Messenger

No idea whats going on, no idea where the damn place is or where it's from but, seriously. Has my name in it so can't be too bad!

How do you do my name's Gavroche!
These are my people, here's my patch!
Not much to look at nothing posh!
Nothing that you'd call up to scratch
This is my school my high society
Here in the slums of Sam Michelle
We live off crums of Humble Pieoty
Tough on the teeth but what the hell!
Think your poor? Think your free?
Follow me! Follow me!

Good mornin', good mornin'!
Sunbeams will soon smile through,
Good mornin', good mornin', to you,
And you, and you, and you.

Happy Birthday, William Shakespeare. I'm planning a drink in your honor tonight.

Working a shift at the hospital. A few of the nurses just burst out into a chorus line. I think they're doing the Can-Can.

This is not the first time I've seen this happen today. I think there's something weird going on here, again. I don't know if it's my place to order MRIs on the nurses, though.

This definitely is not normal.
Send help.

So seriously, network? I think we can all agree that the drama we just had sucks and anybody who'd believe, well, almost any of the Skeeter stories is probably insane. So, you know, this has totally been in my head for you guys, and well, Cosette's Dad, Cosette, guys, other people that I don't know who shit happened to and it completely sucks, I've got something to offer you:

So no one told you life was going to be this way.
Your job's a joke, you're broke, you're love life's DOA.
It's like you're always stuck in second gear,
Well, it hasn't been your day, your week, your month, or even your year.

But, I'll be there for you, when the rain starts to pour.
I'll be there for you, like I've been there before.
I'll be there for you, cause you're there for me too.

So yeah, network. You guys have been a really BIG source of support and shit and I'll do the same if you want to talk or whatever else? Cosette's Dad, seriously, even if you have a secret past that's none of our business, I don't think any of us love you any less. I mean you took a bunch of crazy college kids, who are pretty weird and kinda obnoxious if you don't know us, into your house, let me have an Oscar party and just sort of went with it and were really really awesome. So uh, we still love you and you're still you and everything. And everybody else that got targeted? I pretty much love all of you too. This network is like a really weird dysfunctional family so, you know. If you want to talk or something...

*and there he is humming again before the entry ends*

So I just bought this t-shirt.

Not only am I a vampire in my dreams, who was turned by a vampire version of my ex-Manager, but I'm apparently a fucking bad ass. I'd even go as far as to say I had legend status. It was more than obvious that I loved it. Loved the taste of blood. I didn't care who I hurt or how many. Almost like how I didn't care who I shagged after a show or during a party. I just wanted everyone to know my name.

On a lighter note, I may have some news soon.

The singing is far too cheery for me. Everyone seems to be singing of love, or of pain, or of joy, or of death. Too much singing.

The worst parts are the dancing, of course. Watching customers come in and do a five part harmony and musical number around the shelves was mildly horrifying.

It is a bit more than I can take. I am thinking of not opening tomorrow if this is still going on. Perhaps this will pass quickly, and the sound of music can once again be just a terrible idea fading in the night.

Straight in, suck up and go,
Cool it, swallow, swallow
Breathe deep, take it all
It comes cheap
Push it through the doors
Because in between the lines
I'm gonna pack more lines
So I can get in
Ooh traffic jam got more cars
Than a beach got sand
Suck it up, suck it up, suck it up,
Fill it up until no more
I'm no crazy creep, I've got it coming
To me because I'm not satisfied
The hunger keeps on growing
I eat too much
I drink too much
I want too much
Too much

...ugh.

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( Not filtered, just cut because of lyrics pertaining to domestic abuse. )

If I never have to hear a bunch of grown men singing about doughnuts, it'll be too soon. I don't get paid enough for this. I've just been trying not to talk.

I have been attempting to get a certain song out of my head all day, and wound up singing some kind of mash-up on loop. Like this:

♪ Domo Arigato, Mister Roboto

Makes me dance,
Brings me up,
Brings me down,
Plays it sweet,
Makes me move like a freak

Mister--Domo!

Makes me dance,
Brings me up,
Brings me down,
Plays it sweet,
Makes me move like a freak

Mister Saxobeat!

Domo! yeah, mmm yeah, mmm yeah, mmm yeah...
Domo! yeah, mmm yeah, mmm yeah, mmm yeah... ♪

You're welcome. Because I know you all wanted to have it stuck in your heads too.

When I tell people that unless they seriously re-evaluate their priorities on the spot, or one of us is heading to jail and one of us to the E.R, they've got to learn that I'm not actually fucking around.

Yeah, I get we're getting coded a whole fucking lot lately, and it's probably gotten around through whatever channels the disgusting douchebag regulars follow, but it still doesn't mean I'm putting up with any of their shit when it gets dangerous or into disrespectful territory. Put your hands on a girl or guy who doesn't want it in my club and your ass is getting booted out I don't give a fuck how much you've sunk into the bar. Put your hands on a guy or girl who doesn't want it in my club and start shit with me when I tell you you're leaving and you're not only getting booted out, your ass is getting kicked.

Waiting around for me until close in the lot across across the street's really cute too if you're pissed but want to avoid part two by jumping me because it usually doesn't work. I'm not gonna say NEVER since I'm not into the tempting fate, but you can be pretty sure I'm still going to kick your ass, and unlike you, I don't have to pull a knife to do it, and can knock it out of your hand before you're really close enough no matter what your deranged, drunken, idiotic ass is thinking.

Bottom line here is don't fuck with people, if you do, you'll have to fuck with me and I'm a little better at the game of fucking up than ninety percent of you assholes who come into this place as sketchy assed as it is and think you're gonna get somewhere. No matter what a dive we are, there's some little playground rules that apply here and you can follow them or get out. Or, like last night, I get to punch you out while singing that song from West Side Story? What the ever loving FUCK?

Hey, network, I'm Bahorel and I get to beat up assholes for a living. What the hell do all of you do?