goodbyebird.
If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn't. And contrary wise, what is, it wouldn't be. And what it wouldn't be, it would.

monsters

Es oficial. soy un bicho raro entre los bichos raros.

vulnerable

What do you read, my lord?



Words, words, words. Once I had the gift. I could make love out of words as a potter makes cups out of clay, that overthrows empires, love that binds two hearts together come hellfire and brimstone; for sixpence a line I could cause a riot in a nunnery, but now...

cast a beautiful spell



Salaga-doola, menchika-boola, Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo. Put them together, and what have you got? Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo. Salaga-doola, menchika-boola, Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo. It will do magic, believe it or not, Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo. Now, "Salagadoola" means, "A-Menchika-boola-roo," but the the thingamabob, that does the job, is "Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo.