Posted on 09/24/2005 11:23:20 AM PDT by creeperdavis
A poem
Good night, IT.
I'm making spaghetti.
The Undead is a bit hard to get into - impossible to get out of!!!!!!!!!!
They want it all but that is not the arrangement.
Night...
Haven't had any good spaghetti in a very long time.
Marinara or some other sauce.
I prefer pasta - it tastes the same, but not as messy!
Goodnight!
Indeed!
Night!
This is just with marinara from a can.
Worked with an Italian girl some years ago.
She said their traditional Christmas eve meal was spaghetti with olive oil and garlic.
Tried it love it.
Cook noodles as usual.
Saute garlic in fair amt of olive oil.
Drain and rinse noodles, when garlic clarifies add noodles to skillett and keep turning.
Add more oil as needed and liberally lace with parsley (cilantro if you like)
Pass with grated parmesean.
Easy and very good if you like garlic.
Our web is quite sticky.
That sounds good.
Husbands Mom doesn't like to cook.
First spaghetti I fixed, he wanted to know what the stuff was.
I usually out chunk, ragu....
No effort and is great with just a salad.
Also wards off vampires and unwelcome neighbors.
Well, I have to go put some things away now. I'll try to be back later.
Have a good night!
Enjoy your dinner...
Have a good evening as well.
Rob Zombie › Meet The Creeper
*screams*
"That devil is in all of you!"
Creature core you can’t ignore
I got a 5000 fingers of dead yeah
A rats are we you can’t break free
You’re with the livin’ on your bed yeah!
Meet the creeper, take it deeper!
Meet the creeper, yeah!
Yeah!
I see the dead in your eyes!
I transform in the skies!
Stabbin out the city’s crowd
Like a dagger fallin on your baby
Thrill the kill I know you will
Feed the monster and the lady
Meet the creeper, take it deeper!
Meet the creeper, yeah!
Yeah!
I see the dead in your eyes!
I transform in the skies!
Creature core you can’t ignore
I got a 5000 fingers of dead yeah
A rats are we you can’t break free
You’re with the livin’ on your bed yeah!
Meet the creeper, take it deeper!
Meet the creeper, yeah!
Yeah!
I see the dead in your eyes!
I transform in the skies!
Meet the creeper ahhhh
Meet the creeper ahhhh
Meet the creeper ahhhh
Meet the creeper
Rob Zombie - Return Of The Phantom Stranger
From the album "Hellbilly Deluxe"
Shape shifting high and a haunting eye
Falling plastic and paper demons!
No trace of time I'm branded sly
I am you ghostmaster baby free me!
All you know is alone
You see a Phantom Stranger!
All you know is alone
You see a Phantom Stranger!
My sinister sounds sweeo the grounds
Still born I lie beneath it
I throw it away the freaks all stay
Deformed and laughing screaming!
All you know, is alone
You see a Phantom Stranger!
All you know, is alone
You love my Phantom Stranger!
A wretched heart in the dark decay, dominate forver...
Destroy the things you and see if I remember
All you know, is alone
You see a Phantom Stranger!
Down you go, all alone
You love my Phantom Stranger!
OK, let me try it...
So where did creeper go?
he promised to come back
but he ran off his track
lost in the mud, he's probably dead,
dead or not, he is off his head.
But be aware creeper, I must say
if you come back in any way,
you'll be zoted grim and gray,
it's flames and soot for you today.
Creeper's been into the wacky meds, so here's song lyrics just for him:
Sponge - Wax Ecstatic (To Sell Angelina)
From the album "Wax Ecstatic"
When things just aren't going your way
Like a problem hair that you pluck or shave?
But shaving got to be such a bore
And you deserve so much more
Happiness is just a purchase away
Angelina it'll fix your hunchback
Angelina it'll help your time pass
Angelina here's the forecast
Angelina it's science we never laugh
Here's something that is automatic
It's wax ecstatic
When life is nothing less than tragic
It's wax ecstatic
When life has lost all its magic
It's wax ecstatic
When life can't promise the fantastic
Throw all your troubles away
You'll have nothing that you want to save
With this circus you'll need nothing more
And all your troubles walk out the door
And it's all just a phone call away
Angelina it'll fix your hunchback
Angelina it'll help your time pass
Angelina here's the forecast
Angelina it's science, we never laugh
Here's something that is automatic
It's wax ecstatic
When life is nothing less than tragic
It's wax ecstatic
When life has lost all its magic
It's wax ecstatic
When life can't promise the fantastic
It's wax ecstatic
Ohhhhhhhh
Here's something that is automatic
It's wax ecstatic
When life is nothing less than tragic
It's wax ecstatic
When life has lost all its magic
It's wax ecstatic
When life can't promise the fantastic
It's wax ecstatic
Wax ecstatic
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