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Bud Abbott and Lou Costello in The Haunted Mansion with Judy Garland

Bud Abbott and Lou Costello approach the exterior of Gracey Mansion, which resembles the Joel Rathbone mansion, a Gothic Revival Pointed-style villa designed by Alexander Jackson (A.J.) Davis, in the upper Hudson River Valley area of Albany, New York.

Abbott: "Look at that, will ya, Costello? It's like we stumbled onto the set of a spooky movie!"

Costello: "It's not a movie, it's the Haunted Mansion, Abbott!"

Abbott: "Don't you get spooked, now. Remember, we're here to laugh, not scream."

Just as they are about to enter through the ornate gates, a pleasant voice is heard.

Judy: "Gentlemen, isn't it a marvelously eerie evening for an adventure?"

Abbott: "Costello, Look! It's Judy Garland! What a delightful surprise! You're just in time for our ghostly rendezvous!"

Costello: "Judy! You're as welcome as a hot cup of cocoa on a cold night!"

Abbott: "And just as comforting, I'd imagine."

Judy: "Thank you, both of you. I've heard such spooky things about this place, I couldn't resist the invitation."

Entering the queuing area through a pair of ornate gates, we find ourselves in the mansion's nearly-neglected gardens and grounds. The queuing path leads guests past a knocked over birdbath, a black carriage hearse led by an invisible horse, and finally leads into the awning.

Abbott: "Well, Miss Garland, we're about to embark on a journey through the macabre, so hold on to your hats!"

Judy: "I'm ready for whatever spooks you two have in store. I've faced a few storms in my life, so I think I can handle a few ghosts."

Abbott: "Speaking of storms, what's the deal with this birdbath? It looks like it's seen better days."

Judy: "It's probably just the ghosts playing pranks, Abbott."

Costello: "Yeah, or maybe it's just the janitor's day off!"

Abbott: "Easy there, Costello."

As they approach the black carriage hearse, Costello's eyes widen with astonishment.

Costello: "Abbott, get a load of this! What's up with the invisible horse? Did someone forget to cast the lead role?"

Abbott: "It's all part of the atmosphere, Costello. It's supposed to be eerie, remember?"

Costello: "Eerie? If that horse starts playing polo, I'm outta here!"

Judy: "Don't worry, Costello, the invisible horse is quite friendly. It's the unseen drivers you need to watch out for!"

Abbott: "You know, I've seen a lot of magic tricks in my time, but an invisible horse? That's a new one."

Costello: "Yeah, but why stop there? Maybe the ghosts are invisible too!"

Abbott: "Now, now, Costello, let's not get ahead of ourselves. One spooky sight at a time."

Judy: "Oh, I'm sure we're in for a delightful evening of surprises," she says, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

The three of them continue walking up the path, the sound of their laughter mingling with the distant howling wind, setting a curiously cheerful tone as they venture deeper into the Haunted Mansion's mysterious embrace.

After reaching the awning, Abbott and Costello and Judy are greeted at a gate with several busts of a family that once lived in the mansion that killed each other over inheriting a large fortune.

Abbott: "Now, Costello, keep it together. These are just busts. They're not gonna start singing opera or anything, are they?"

Costello: "Busts?! You're telling me we're going to be stuck in a house with singing statues?!"

Abbott: "Only if you're lucky enough to be in a different attraction, Costello."

Judy: "They're quite the chatty family, aren't they?"

Costello: "Chatty? If they start singing, I'm gonna need a bigger hat!"

Abbott: "You're always looking for an excuse to go shopping, Costello."

Judy: "Let's just hope they don't decide to serenade us."

They approach a crypt. Embossed musical instruments are on the crypt that once touched a haunted tune mysteriously plays.

Abbott: "What's that tune playing from the crypt, Costello? It sounds like something from your last audition!"

Costello: "Oh, it's just a little ditty called 'Run for Your Life'! It's the theme song for when I enter haunted places!"

Judy: "I believe it's actually the mansion's way of welcoming us. It's a bit macabre, but charming in its own peculiar way."

Costello: "Charming? If it starts singing 'Somewhere Over the Rainbow,' I might just join the band!"

Abbott: "Speaking of rainbows, maybe there are invisible leprechauns here with pots of gold!"

Costello: "And invisible snakes with pots of...something else."

Judy: "Gentlemen, let's not get ahead of ourselves. We're here to enjoy the thrills, not to make a fortune."

Costello: "But if I do find gold, I'm keeping it! I can finally buy that mansion in New Jersey!"

Abbott: "Costello, you couldn't even keep a goldfish in your bathtub. What makes you think you can handle a treasure?"

Judy: "Come on, you two, let's go see if we can find any friendly spirits inside,".

They come across another crypt. Water and bubbles emerge from the crypt belonging to a Captain Culpepper Clyne.

As they arrive at the crypt of Captain Culpepper Clyne, the sight of the bubbling water sends Costello's imagination into overdrive.

Costello: "Abbott, look! The captain's still down there taking a bath! Maybe he forgot to turn off the faucet!"

Abbott: "It's not a bath, Costello. It's just an effect. The water's not even real."

Costello: "But it's wet, Abbott! And if it's not water, what is it? Ghost soup?"

Judy: "It's all part of the experience, Lou. It's like stepping into a storybook filled with whimsical and eerie delights."

Abbott: "Whimsical? That's one way to put it."

Costello: "I don't know about delights, but it's definitely got more bubbles than my bathtub at the hotel!"

Judy: "Let's not keep the captain waiting, shall we?"

They next approach a tomb. Words inexplicably appear upon on the tomb belonging to a poetess named Prudence Pock.

As they stand before Prudence Pock's tomb, the mysterious words begin to appear, sending chills down their spines.

Abbott: "Costello, do you think she's leaving us a message?"

Costello: "I hope it's not a critique of my poetry!"

Abbott: "Your poetry? The only thing you write is IOUs!"

Judy: "Maybe she's just trying to add some spooky ambiance to our tour,".

The words on the tomb suddenly glow, casting an eerie light on their faces.

Costello: "Whoa! Did she just say 'Boo'?"

Abbott: "It's the mansion's way of interacting with us, Costello. It's all part of the fun."

Judy: "Indeed. It seems the mansion has a poetic side," she reads aloud the glowing inscription, "Welcome to the Haunted Mansion, where the dead come out to socialize."

Costello: "Socialize?! I do well at parties, and these guests are a bit...different."

Abbott: "Don't worry, Costello. I'm sure we'll be the life of the party."

Costello: We're about to enter a mansion containing no life at all.

Judy: "Let's just keep moving. I have a feeling our evening is about to get even more interesting."

With a mix of excitement and apprehension, the trio proceeds into the mansion, the heavy doors creaking shut behind them, sealing them in the shadowy embrace of the Haunted Mansion.

Abbott and Costello and Judy enter the elegant-but-spartan foyer as a distant pipe organ plays a dirge-like version of Grim Grinning Ghosts. Following this hallway, we enter a foyer, which features a fireplace to the left side. There is a picture hanging above the fireplace, which shows a handsome, young man (quite possibly the owner of the mansion).

Abbott: "Look at this place, Costello. It's like we stepped into the set of 'The Haunting'!"

Costello: "Yeah, and I feel like I'm the one getting haunted!"

Judy: "Oh, don't be such a scaredy-cat, Lou. This is all just part of the charm."

Costello: "Charm? I thought we left that back in Kansas with Toto!"

Abbott: "Oh stop it, Costello! There's nothing to be afraid of! I'm not afraid."

Costello: "Then why are you biting my nails?"

Judy: "Look, boys. This must be the master of the house." (Judy points to the painting over the fireplace)

The painting of the young man seems to follow their movements, his eyes eerily darting from side to side as they pass by.

Abbott: "It's like he's watching us, isn't it, Costello?"

Costello: "You mean, like he's alive?"

Abbott: "It's an optical illusion, Costello. Just part of the decor."

Judy: "Or maybe he's just eager to join the party."

Costello: "Party? Did she say party? Maybe there's punch and snacks!"

Abbott: "Keep your eyes peeled for floating hors d'oeuvres, Costello."

The Ghost Host (offscreen): "When hinges creak in doorless chambers. When strange and frightening sounds echo through the halls. Whenever candlelights flicker when the air is deathly still… That is the time when ghosts are present, practicing their terror with ghoulish delight."

Costello: "Abbott, did you hear that?!"

Abbott: "Of course I did, Costello. It's the Ghost Host setting the mood."

Judy: "Look, the painting's changing!"

Costello: "What?! Now we've got Picasso's ghost throwing a tantrum?"

Abbott: "No, it's the mansion's way of telling us we're not alone."

Costello: "Alright, I've had enough of this 'charm'. Let's get to the snack bar!"

Judy: "It's quite the transformation, isn't it?"

The painting now reveals a grim, decaying visage, its eyes piercing through the gloom.

Abbott: "It's like he's aging before our very eyes."

Costello: "If he's looking for someone to join him, he's barking up the wrong tree! I'm not ready for a makeover like that!"

Abbott: "Costello, try to enjoy the experience."

Judy: "Perhaps the mansion has more stories to tell us,".

Costello: "Stories?! I'd rather read a comic book than be in one!"

Once the picture's transformation is complete, one of the walls opens up next to the picture, revealing an octagonal room.

They enter this octagonal room from the Foyer. Four paintings (A bearded gentleman holding a document, A pretty young lady holding a parasol, An old woman holding a rose and A man in a bowler hat) flanked by candle-wielding gargoyles, hang from the walls in this chamber.

Abbott: "Look at these fine portraits, Costello. The artwork in here is top-notch—if not a bit...chilling."

Costello: "Oh boy, now we're getting the 'chilling' treatment! I didn't pay to be part of a fridge exhibit!"

Judy: "Aren't they intriguing? Each one seems to have a story to tell."

Costello: "I bet the guy with the parasol is the mansion's former umbrella tester."

Abbott: "You know, Costello, those are actually people who once lived here, and now they're part of the Haunted Mansion's charm."

Judy: "It's as if their spirits are captured in these frames."

The Ghost Host (offscreen): "Welcome, foolish mortals, to the Haunted Mansion. I am your host, your Ghost Host. Our tour begins here in this gallery. Here, where you see paintings of some of our guests as they appeared in their corruptible, mortal state. Kindly step all the way in please, and make room for everyone. There’s no turning back now."

Costello: "Abbott, I don't like this place! I'm outta here! (Costello runs for the door they entered but it slams shut) Did you see that door slam?!"

Abbott: "Calm down, Costello. It's all part of the act. Look, the walls are moving!"

The room begins to stretch upwards

Judy: "Why, it's as if the room is stretching!"

Costello: "Great! This place has more stretch marks than a yoga instructor!"

As the room continues to streatch, the paintings on the walls elongating with it to reveal a comically gruesome end for each subject:

The bearded gentleman holding a document is revealed to be wearing only his undergarments from the waist down and standing atop a lit keg of dynamite.

The pretty young lady holding a parasol is revealed to be balancing on a fraying tightrope above the gaping jaws of an alligator.

The old woman holding a rose is revealed to be sitting atop a tall gravestone, at the bottom of which is a stone bust of her husband George with a hatchet embedded in his head.

The man in a bowler hat is revealed to be sitting on the shoulders of another man who sits on the shoulders of a third man who is waist deep in quicksand.

Costello: "Wait, what's happening to these people?!"

Abbott: "It's called 'The Stretching Room'. It's just a bit of fun to set the tone for the ride."

Costello: "But they're all in trouble! We gotta save them!"

Judy: "It's okay, Lou. They're just paintings, remember?"

Costello: "What did the lady do to deserve this? Did she steal the parasol?"

Abbott: "And look at the bearded man, he's got more to worry about than his wardrobe malfunction."

Costello: "And the one with the hat... it's like a game of 'pass the quicksand'!"

Judy: "And the poor woman with the rose, it seems George had an unfortunate accident."

The Ghost Host (offscreen): "Your cadaverous pallor betrays an aura of foreboding, almost as though you sense a disquieting metamorphosis. Is this haunted room actually stretching? Or is it your imagination — hmm? And consider this dismaying observation, This chamber has no windows and no doors… which offers you this chilling challenge: to find a way out!"

The Ghost Host laughs as Abbott and Costello and Judy are looking upward towards the ceiling. Costello is shaking like a leaf.

The Ghost Host (offscreen): "Of course, there's always my way."

The lights go out and lightning flashes above. The ceiling vanishes and gives a view of the mansion's cupola, where the skeletal corpse of the Ghost Host sways from a noose tied to the rafters. Judy unleashes a blood curdling scream at this sight. After a few seconds, the room becomes pitch black and a dreadful scream is heard (Judy hides her face into Abbott's shoulder), followed by the sound of bones shattering. Just as suddenly as it had begun, the horror ended, and the lights flickered back on. They blinked in the sudden brightness, their eyes adjusting to find that the skeletal corpse was gone, and in its place, a wall had slid open, revealing a hidden passage.

Judy: (trembling in fear) "Oh, Abbott! That was a skeleton in the room."

Costello: "Make that two skeletons."

Abbott: "Two skeletons?"

Costello: "Yeah, I just jumped out of my skin!"

The Ghost Host (offscreen): "Oh, I didn’t mean to frighten you prematurely. The real chills come later. Now, as they say, ‘look alive,’ and we’ll continue our little tour. And let’s all stay together, please."

Judy still shaking from what she just saw looks and sees the hidden passageway that has just been opened.

Judy: "Look! This must be the way out."

Abbott: "The only way out is to move forward."

Costello: "Pardon me, Abbott. I need to see somebody outside."

Abbott: "Who?"

Costello: "Me."

Abbott: "Oh, come on!" (Pulls Costello to follow him.)

Judy clinging to Abbott as the trio continues onward down a long hallway. Costello is still frightened.

The Ghost Host (offscreen): "And now, a carriage approaches to carry you into the boundless realm of the supernatural. Once on board, remain safely seated with your hands, arms, feet, and legs inside. And watch your children, please."

Abbott: "Costello, get in the Doom Buggy. It's time for the main attraction."

Costello: "Dune Buggy? We're going to drive in the sand?"

Abbott: "No, Costello, not Dune 'Doom'."

Costello: "So we're not going to the beach?"

Abbott: "No, Costello. It's a ride through the mansion."

Costello: "And this is called a Doom Buggy?"

Abbott: "Yes!"

Costello: "This mansion must have a lot of sand."

Abbott: "Listen, Costello. This isn't Dune like a sand dune, it's doom like in 'certain doom.'

Costello: "So 'certain sand'."

Abbott: "Look, Costello. When I say Doom Buggy, I don't mean Dune Buggy like a Dune Buggy like you drive on a sand dune, I mean Doom Buggy as in doom like in certain doom. And the name of this vehicle is called a Doom Buggy.

Costello: "Oh, When you say Doom Buggy, You don't mean Dune Buggy like a Dune Buggy like you drive on a sand dune, You mean Doom Buggy as in doom like in certain doom. And the name of this vehicle is called a Doom Buggy."

Abbott: "Now, you've got it."

Costello: "Now, I've got it. I don't even know what I'm talking about!"

Abbott: "Oh, Just get on board. Go all the way in." (Turns to Judy) Here, Miss Garland let me help you in. (She sits next to Costello as Abbott is the last to board the vehicle.)

The Ghost Host (offscreen): "Do not pull down on the safety bar, please. I will lower it for you. And heed this warning: the spirits will materialize only if you remain quietly seated at all times."

The safety bar is lowered, locking Costello, Judy and Abbott in their respective Doom Buggy.

Their Doom Buggy enters a rather steep stairwell and pass under a landing where a floating candelabra floats in the darkness. After they pass under, they enter a hallway. To the left are two windows with white sheer drapes; lightning crashes and thunders outside. To the right are four paintings: a woman in a black sheer dress reclining on a daybed, a sloop on choppy waters, a knight on a rearing horse, and a woman in a Greek temple. With each flash of lightning, the paintings become: an anthropomorphic tiger, a ghost ship in a tropical storm, a skeleton knight on a skeleton horse, and Medusa in Greek Ruins.

Abbott: "Look at that, Costello! The paintings are changing with the lightning!"

Costello: "What do you mean, changing?!"

Judy: "Oh my, it's like they're alive!"

Abbott: "It's just another one of the mansion's clever tricks."

Costello: "Clever tricks? The only thing I wanna see 'clever' is the exit sign!"

Judy: "Don't worry, Lou. It's all part of the experience."

The Ghost Host (offscreen): "Oh yes, and no flash pictures, please. We spirits are frightfully sensitive to bright lights."

Leaving the hallway, we enter into a rectangular library, which is filled from floor-to-ceiling by shelves lined with hundreds of books. Phantom hands pull books from the shelves. An empty chair rocks gently back and forth, and a ladder slides to and fro as an unseen force searches for a good read. Among the shelves, marble busts glare at Costello, Judy and Abbott as we move along in the gloom.

The Ghost Host (offscreen): “Our library is well stocked with priceless first editions, only ghost stories, of course, and marble busts of the greatest ghost writers the literary world has ever known."

Abbott: "Boy, look at all those books."

Judy: "I could spend a night reading the lot of them."

Costello: "I think those marble busts are giving me the stink eye!"

Abbott: "Oh, Costello. They're only marble. Marble can't move."

Judy: "I think they're just part of the ambiance, Lou."

Costello: "Well, if they start throwing dust jackets, I'm outta here!"

Abbott: "Costello, keep your cool."

Leaving the library, we enter the Music Room. In the room, our heroes find an invisible ghost playing a Rachmaninoff-style arrangement of Grim Grinning Ghosts on the piano. The ghost's shadow can be seen cast upon the floor, while a storm brews outside.

Costello: "Abbott, why's the piano playing without anyone at it?"

Abbott: "It's haunted, Costello."

Costello: "What, did Beethoven's ghost forget his sheet music?"

Judy: "It's quite eerie, isn't it?"

Costello: "Eerie? I'd say it's downright spooky!"

Abbott: "Remember, Costello, it's all in good fun."

Judy: "But the shadow, it's like someone's really playing!"

Costello: "Oh no, not the shadow! Now I'm gonna have nightmares about a piano bench with teeth!"

The Ghost Host (offscreen): "They have all retired here, to the Haunted Mansion. Actually, we have 999 happy haunts here. But there’s room for 1,000. Any volunteers?"

Costello: "Abbott, I don't wanna be the 1,000th ghost! Let's get outta here!"

Abbott: "Costello, calm down. It's just part of the show."

Judy: "Look, boys! Look at that stairwell"

Next, we enter the main stairwell of the Mansion. Here in this M.C. Escher-like void the stairs go right-side up, upside-down, sideways, slantways, longways, back ways, front ways, square ways, and any other ways that you can think of. It is on these steps we see the ectoplasmic footprints of the Mansion's ghostly residents.

Abbott: "The stairs are playing tricks on your eyes."

Costello: "Tricks? I'm telling ya, my eyes are playing tricks on me because they don't wanna look at those stairs!"

Judy: "It's quite fascinating, isn't it? Like a never-ending dance of shadows."

The Doom Buggy ascends the staircase, the gravity-defying steps moving beneath them as they climb to the next floor. Costello's eyes widen as the staircase twists and turns, seemingly leading nowhere.

Costello: "Abbott, why are we going upstairs in a house with no roof?"

Abbott: "It's all part of the magic, Costello. The Haunted Mansion has more twists than a pretzel."

Judy: "And speaking of magic, look at those ghostly footprints!"

Costello: "Yeah, and I bet the ghost who made those was running from something scary!"

The Ghost Host (offscreen): "Well, if you should decide to join us, final arrangements may be made at the end of the tour. A charming ‘ghostess’ will be on hand to take your application."

In the blackness, glowing, blinking eyes transform into the pattern on the wallpaper. This spooks Costello.

Costello: "Abbott, Do you get the feeling we're being watched?"

Abbott: "Costello, it's just an optical illusion. The wallpaper's playing with the light."

Costello: "Optical illusion? I'm telling ya, I've got enough optical delusions going on without wallpaper joining the party!"

Judy: "Don't worry, Lou. It's all in the spirit of the mansion's charm."

The Ghost Host (offscreen): "We find it delightfully unlivable here in this ghostly retreat. Every room has wall-to-wall creeps, and hot and cold running chills."

They pass a second floor passageway that seems to go on forever, lined with doors. A lone candelabra floats in midair halfway down it. Flanking the hallway entrance are a subtly-moving Suit of Armour and an armchair designed to have a "face."

Abbott: "Look at that, Costello. A never-ending hallway with a floating candelabrum. How delightfully chilling."

Costello: "Floating candles? This place is weirder than a duck in a tuxedo!"

Judy: "And the suit of armor, it looks like it's moving!"

Costello: "Oh boy, now we're in for it. It's the ghost of Sir Lancelot's dry cleaner."

Abbott: "And the chair, it's got a face!"

Costello: "I don't wanna sit there! It'll tell me I've got bad posture!"

The Ghost Host (offscreen): “Shhh, listen!”

A keening sounding like a banshee is heard.

Costello: (Stammering) Abbott, Was that you?

Abbott: "No, Costello, that wasn't me.

Judy: "It sounds like a banshee."

They ride past an alcove-like conservatory, the space choked with decaying and overgrown plants and vegetation. Outside the huge glass walls is a misty landscape, with only the gnarled limbs of leafless trees visible in the gloom. A raven perches on top of a stand with a withered funeral wreath, and in the center of the chamber is a coffin whose occupant is trying to get out - skeletal hands attempt to push the lid open saying "Let me out! Let me outta here!", which based on the nails sticking through the wood was meant to stay sealed.

Abbott: "It's like nature decided to throw a party and forgot to invite anyone but the mushrooms."

Costello: "I don't like that bird, Abbott. It's looking at me like I owe it money."

Judy: "And what's with that poor soul in the coffin?"

The Ghost Host (offscreen): "All our ghosts have been dying to meet you. This one can hardly contain himself. Unfortunately, they all seem to have trouble getting through."

Their Doom Buggy is then carried backward down an ominous corridor, a series of doors on either side of the car. Growls, screams, maniacal laughter and pleading voices emanate from behind them, as if something is trying to get out. Doors bend, as if they are breathing, knockers clack and rattle, and the walls are adorned with some "family portraits" of corpses.

Costello: "What's with all these doors, Abbott? They're breathing!"

Abbott: "It's just the mansion's way of saying 'hello,' Costello."

Costello: "Tell 'em Goodbye!"

Abbott: "Now, now, Costello. No need to be rude to our hosts."

Judy: "And those faces in the portraits!"

At the end of the hall lies a grandfather clock, with its arms spinning wildly backwards and the clock striking 13. A shadow of a clawed hand passes over the face of the clock.

We next enter the shadowy Séance Circle. The buggies travel in a circle facing a large table and high-backed chair in the center of the room (a raven perches on the back of the chair). Above this table floats a crystal ball containing the spirit of Madame Leota, chanting incantations that summon the spirits to appear.

Madam Leota: "Serpents and spiders, tail of a rat, call in the spirits, wherever they’re at!

Abbott: "Look, Costello, a séance. Maybe we'll get to say hello to some of the ghosts."

Costello: "I don't wanna say hello to no ghosts. I just wanna say goodbye to this place!"

Judy: "Madame Leota is quite the hostess, isn't she?"

Madame Leota: Rap on a table — it’s time to respond. Send us a message from somewhere beyond…Goblins and ghoulies from last Halloween, awaken the spirits with your tambourine! Creepies and crawlies, toads in a pond, let there be music from regions beyond! Wizards and witches, wherever you dwell, give us a hint, by ringing a bell!"

The Ghost Host (offscreen): "The happy haunts have received your sympathetic vibrations and are beginning to materialize. They’re assembling for a swinging wake, and they’ll be expecting me… I’ll see you all a little later."

Next, we travel along a balcony overlooking the hall. A major party is underway as a multitude of transparent spirits engage in all sorts of revelry. A long dining table covered with decayed floral arrangements and dusty silverware plays host to a birthday feast, and whenever the orange-haired birthday ghost blows out the candles on a birthday cake at the head of the table, the other ghosts seated there vanish, only to reappear when the candles light again; nearby, an old woman disappears and reappears in a rocking chair. Several haunts drift into the hall from a hearse parked in a doorway, while cloaked wraith-like phantoms fly in through the broken windows from a stormy night outside. While a number of ghosts - including the notorious Pickwick - gadabout on the chandeliers above the room, a pair of duelists emerge from their respective paintings on the far wall and take shots at each other, forever reenacting their age-old feud. The open floor whirls with waltzing couples as a ghastly organist plays Grim Grinning Ghosts on a pipe organ, where tiny spirits emerge from the pipes.

Costello: "Look at them all, Abbott! They're throwing a shindig!"

Abbott: "Indeed, Costello. It seems we've crashed their eternal party."

Judy: "It's like a masquerade ball, but everyone forgot to take off their sheets!"

Costello: "I don't know about you two, but I'd rather be watching this from the comfort of a movie theater!"

Abbott: "Just keep your wits about you, Costello. And try not to spill your popcorn on any of the ghosts."

Judy: "Abbott, don't you think we should join the dance?"

Abbott: "I don't know the first step to a spectral waltz, Miss Garland."

Costello: "Yeah, and I don't wanna trip over any invisible dance partners!"

Leaving the Grand Hall, we ride through a dark, dusty and cluttered attic, where the sound of a beating heart and a sinister piano rendition of "The Wedding March" can be heard. Among the brick-a-brac are several pieces of wedding paraphernalia and decor, and five different marriage paintings, depicting the same bride but with a different groom in each. As guests watch, the heads of each of the grooms disappear, only to reappear moments later.

Costello: "Abbott, did you see that? The grooms' heads are disappearing!"

Abbott: "It's just an illusion, Costello."

Judy: "It's quite clever, really. The way they've designed it to look like a real attic, but with a spooky twist."

Costello: "Clever? I call it creepy! And what's with the bride in all those pictures?"

Abbott: "Ah, it seems she had a bit of a... tumultuous love life."

Judy: "Maybe she was just looking for the perfect partner."

Costello: "Well, I hope she doesn't think I'm next!"

Judy: (laughing) "Come now, Lou. It's all in good fun."

After passing the source of the music, a broken-down piano with an invisible pianist (only a shadow of a man cast on the wall and keys), we come face-to-face with the ghost of the bride, Constance Hatchaway.

Constance Hatchaway: “In sickness and in… wealth. You may now kiss the bride. We’ll live happily ever after. Till death do us part. Here comes the bride. As long as we both shall live. For better or for… worse. I do. I did.”

She laughs while, periodically, a spectral hatchet appears in her hands.

Costello: HEEEY, ABBOOOOTTT!!!!

Abbott: "What's the matter, Costello?"

Costello: "The bride's got more heads than a hydrant!"

Abbott: "It's part of the story, Costello. She's just having a little fun with her grooms."

Costello: By chopping off their heads?!

Judy: "It's quite the cautionary tale about marriage, wouldn't you say?"

Costello: "I've seen more romance in a meat locker!"

Abbott: "And let's not forget our manners. We're guests here, after all."

Following leaving the Attic window, their Doombuggy moves down the balcony outside the house and down a flight of stairs backwards. A raven caws at guests from a tree branch. The shapes of rising spirits can be seen everywhere.

Abbott: "Well, Costello, we're about to take a little detour through the mansion's backyard."

Costello: "Backyard? You mean we're not done with this place yet?"

Judy: "It's quite the sight, isn't it? So serene and peaceful."

Costello: "Look at 'em go, Abbott! They've got more life in 'em than my Uncle Artie Steavens after a cup of coffee!"

Abbott: "It's all part of the show, Costello. They're just happy to have some company."

Judy: "And what a lovely song they've chosen to serenade us with."

Costello: "Yeah, it's like we're in the middle of a ghostly flash mob!"

Upon reaching the ground, the graveyard Caretaker can be seen with his dog, the two of them utterly petrified by the sight before them.

Costello: (to the Caretaker) "Hey, can you tell us the way out?"

The Caretaker doesn't answer.

Abbott: "I don't think he wants to talk Costello."

Judy: "Looks, like we'll have to find the way out ourselves."

Music is all around, while playful spooks pop-up from behind their tombstones. To the left, a group of five phantoms play a flute, a horn, a bagpipe, a harp, and pound on a tombstone to create an unearthly vibe. A King and Queen balance on a see-saw while a Duchess swings from a tree branch while she drinks a cup of tea. In the very back a skeletal wolf is seen howling at the moon.

Costello: (whispering to Abbott) "What's with the band out here? They're playing like they're auditioning for the Haunted Philharmonic!"

Abbott: (smiling) "They're just setting the mood, Costello. The ghosts like to keep things lively."

On the other side of the path, five Singing Busts come into view, bearing very vividly lit, expressive faces as they sing:

♪ When the crypt doors creak ♪

♪ And the tombstones quake ♪

♪ Spooks come out for a singing wake ♪

♪ Happy haunts materialize ♪

♪ And begin to vocalize ♪

♪ Grim grinning ghosts come out to socialize ♪

♪ Now don't close your eyes ♪

♪ And don't try to hide ♪

♪ Or a silly spook may sit by your side ♪

♪ Shrouded in a daft disguise ♪

♪ They pretend to terrorize ♪

♪ Grim grinning ghosts come out to socialize ♪

♪ As the moon climbs high o'er dead oak tree ♪

♪ Spooks arrive for the midnight spree ♪

♪ Creepy creeps with eerie eyes ♪

♪ Start to shriek and harmonize ♪

♪ Grim grinning ghosts come out socialize ♪

♪ When you hear the knell of a requiem bell ♪

♪ Weird glows gleam where spirits dwell ♪

♪ Restles bones etherealize ♪

♪ Rise as spooks of every size ♪

Costello: "Abbott, do we have to listen to this all night? They're giving me the heebie-jeebies!"

Abbott: "They're just the welcoming committee, Costello. Try to enjoy the music."

Judy: "They're not so bad. They've got quite the harmony, wouldn't you say?"

Costello: "Harmony? They sound like a barbershop quartet from the afterlife!"

Abbott: "Keep your voice down, Costello. We don't want to interrupt their performance."

Judy: "But they're so cheerful. It's hard not to smile."

Costello: "I'm smiling, but it's because I'm trying not to scream!"

Other ghosts materialize, gathering around a hearse and drinking tea. A Mummy sits in his sarcophagus, trying to make contact with an elderly spirit who is just too deaf to understand him. Two "Phantoms of the Opera" blast their ghostly voices into the night. A Beheaded Knight, his Executioner, and his Prisoner all sing as a trio, while the poor ghost behind them tombs himself up. Our hero's Doom buggy enters the Mausoleum at the end of the Graveyard sequence where they are immediately "greeted" by the Raven who caws at guests while perching on the door to the Mausoleum.

The Ghost Host (offscreen): "Ah, there you are! And just in time… there’s a little matter I forgot to mention. Beware of Hitchhiking Ghosts!"

They pass by three hitchhiking spirits; a Traveler, a Skeleton and a Prisoner.

The Doom Buggy passes by a wall of mirrors showing that the Hitchhikers are sitting in the vehicles along with Costello, Judy and Abbott.

Abbott: "Well, Costello, it seems we've picked up some uninvited guests."

Costello: "What? Where?!"

Abbott: "In the mirror, look. The Hitchhiking Ghosts are trying to catch a ride with us!"

Judy: "Oh, they seem quite friendly, really."

Costello: (nervously) "Friendly? They look like they're trying to escape from the 'It's a Small World' line!"

Abbott: "Don't worry, they're just part of the fun here. They won't stay for long."

Judy: "I think they're just trying to be part of the adventure."

The Ghost Host (offscreen): "They have selected you to fill our quota, and they’ll haunt you until you return!"

A very small being only around the size of a doll. She wears a white satin dress with a long, non-transparent hood, often mistaken for a veil, of the same material. She has visible long blue hair and glowing pale blue skin. stands atop the ledge of the crypt holding a bouquet of dead flowers. She is Little Leota, the Ghostess.

Little Leota: “Hurry back. Hurry back. Be sure to bring your death certificate, if you decide to join us. Make final arrangements now! We've been dying… to have you…".

The Ghost Host (offscreen): "Now I will raise the safety bar, and a ghost will follow you home!"

The safety bar is risen and they disembarks the Doom Buggy. As they head for the exit, we hear the ghosts sing this following passage:

♪ If you would like to join our jamboree ♪

♪ There's a simple rule that's compulsory ♪

♪ Mortals pay a token fee ♪

♪ Rest in peace, the haunting's free ♪

♪ So hurry back, we would like your company ♪

Costello: "Abbott, did you hear that? They're gonna follow us home!"

Abbott: "It's just part of the act, Costello. Relax."

Judy: "Oh, it's all in good fun. Besides, I think they're just eager to keep the party going."

Costello: "Yeah, I'd love to throw a party like this... in broad daylight, with all the lights on!"

The trio exits the Mansion, slightly shaken but mostly amused by their spooky journey. As they step into the moonlit night, the sound of the ghostly choir fades away, replaced by the echoes of their own laughter.

#walt disney world #the haunted mansion #bud abbott and lou costello #judy garland

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Lucifarian Family 80s Redux: Bios:

The Demon King: Damo Lucifarian / Damocles Lyle (1984)

He sits on his throne all day, barking orders like a true tyrant. The sword of Damocles swings above his head.

"You will never dethrone me. Not now, not in one hundred years."

Name

Full Legal Name: Damocles Randolf Lyle

First Name: Damocles

Meaning: Latinized form of the Greek name 'Damokles', which was derived from 'Damos' meaning 'The People', a Doric Greek variant of 'Demos', and 'Kleos' meaning 'Glory'

Pronunciation: DAM-a-kleez

Origin: Greek Mythology

Middle Name: Randolf

Meaning: From the Old German elements 'Rant' meaning 'Rim (of a shield)' and 'Wolf' meaning 'Wolf'

Pronunciation: RAN-dawlf

Origin: English

Surname: Lyle

Meaning: Derived from Norman French 'L'isle' meaning 'Island'

Pronunciation: LIEL

Origin: English

Aliases: Damo Lucifarian, The King of Hell, The King of Demons, The Demon King, The King of Hell Damo Lucifarian, The King of Demons Damo Lucifarian, The Demon King Damo Lucifarian

Nicknames: Damo

Titles: Mr

Characteristics

Age: 62

Gender: Male. He/Him Pronouns

Race: European (Human)

Nationality: American

Ethnicity: White

Birth Date: August 2nd 1922

Sexuality: Straight

Religion: Christian

Native Language: English

Spoken Languages: English, Spanish, French, Latin

Relationship Status: Married (4th Wife)

Astrological Sign: Leo

Theme Song: 'Sympathy for the Devil' - The Rolling Stones (1970-)

Voice Actor: Hugh Laurie

Singing Voice: Sting

Geographical Characteristics

Birthplace: Blackburn, Lancashire, England

Current Location: On The Road

Current Residence: Albany, Albany County, New York, USA

Hometown: Blackpool, Lancashire, England

Appearance

Height: 6'5" / 195 cm

Weight: 260 lbs / 117 kg

Eye Colour: Blue

Hair Colour: Black

Hair Dye: Dyes his grey hairs black

Body Hair: Hairy

Facial Hair: Goatee

Tattoos: None

Piercings: Ear Lobe (left)

Scars: None

Clothing Style: Business-Wear

Health and Fitness

Allergies: None

Alcoholic, Smoker, Drug User: Smoker, Social Drinker

Illnesses/Disorders: None Diagnosed

Medications: None

Any Specific Diet: None

Relationships

Allies: Freddie Blassie, Lou Albano

Enemies: Mr Fuji, Lord Alfred Hayes

Mentor: Adonis Lucifarian (Adonis Lyle)

Significant Other: Persephone Lyle (57, Wife, Née Marsden)

Previous Partners: Selena Tindall (66, Ex-Wife, Née Roach), Phyllis Underhill (63, Ex-Wife, Née Peak), Phoebe Sharrow (60, Ex-Wife, Née Odell)

Parents: Adonis Lyle (88, Father), Pandora Lyle (90, Mother, Née Ledford)

Parents-In-Law: Agamemnon Marsden (R.I.P, Father-In-Law), Penelope Marsden (R.I.P, Mother-In-Law, Née Knaggs)

Siblings: Ares Lyle (68, Brother), Medusa Whitney (65, Sister, Née Lyle)

Siblings-In-Law: Nemesis Lyle (70, Ares' Wife, Née Horn), Alastor Whitney (66, Medusa's Husband), Atreus Marden (72, Persephone's Brother), Maira Marsden (74, Atreus' Wife, Née Kelsey), Nyx Harlow (69, Persephone's Sister, Née Marsden), Brontes Harlow (70, Nyx's Husband), Cerberus Marsden (66, Persephone's Brother), Maia Marsden (68, Cerberus' Wife, Née Sidney), Nike Garland (63, Persephone's Sister, N��e Marsden), Cronus Garland (64, Nike's Husband), Dionysos Marsden (60, Persephone's Brother), Lyssa Marsden (62, Dionysos' Wife, Née Rodney),

Nieces & Nephews: Melissa Denman (48, Niece, Née Lyle), Eros Denman (50, Melissa's Husband), Ganymede Whitney (45, Nephew), Megaera Whitney (46, Ganymede's Wife, Née Cowden), Medea Bray (42, Niece, Née Whitney), Hades Bray (44, Medea's Husband), Hermes Whitney (39, Nephew), Leto Whitney (40, Hermes' Wife, Née Jekyll), Leda Holmes (52, Niece, Née Marsden), Hypnos Holmes (54, Leda's Husband), Ion Marsden (49, Nephew), Larisa Marsden (50, Ion's Wife, Née Deering), Lamia Ayton (46, Niece, Née Marsden), Jason Ayton (48, Lamia's Husband), Kratos Marsden (43, Nephew), Kore Marsden (44, Kratos' Wife, Née Wolf), Kleio Winchester (40, Niece, Née Marsden), Leander Winchester (42, Kleio's Husband), Linus Marsden (37, Nephew), Kallisto Marsden (38,Linus' Wife, Née Wells), Kalliope Watson (34, Niece, Née Marsden), Midas Watson (36, Kalliope's Husband), Morpheus Marsden (31, Nephew), Jocasta Marsden (32, Morpheus' Wife, Née Tyrrell), Ismene Tupper (49, Niece, Née Harlow), Nestor Tupper (50, Ismene's Husband), Notus Harlow (46, Nephew), Iris Harlow (48, Notus' Wife, Née Thorn), Irene Taft (43, Niece, Née Harlow), Odysseus Taft (44, Irene's Husband), Orion Harlow (40, Nephew), Ione Harlow (42, Orion's Wife, Née Stanley), Iole Spencer (37, Niece, Née Harlow), Pan Spencer (38, Iole's Husband), Perseus Harlow (34, Nephew), Io Harlow (36, Perseus' Wife, Née Smith), Idalia Sinclair (46, Niece, Née Marsden), Pluto Sinclair (48, Idalia's Husband), Poseidon Marsden (43, Nephew), Ianthe Marsden (44, Poseidon's Wife, Née Russell), Hydra Rowntree (40, Niece, Née Marsden), Prometheus Rowntree (42, Hydra's Husband), Simon Marsden (37, Nephew), Hestia Marsden (38, Simon's Wife, Née Reynolds), Hero Pratt (34, Niece, Née Marsden), Triton Pratt (36, Hero's Husband), Typhon Marsden (31, Nephew), Hermione Marsden (32, Typhon's Wife, Née Philips), Hera Palmer (28, Niece, Née Marsden), Uranus Palmer (30, Hera's Husband), Xanthos Marsden (25, Nephew), Hemera Marsden (26, Xanthos' Wife, Née Otis), Helle Northrop (43, Niece, Née Garland), Zeus Northrop (44, Helle's Husband), Auster Garland (40, Nephew), Helene Garland (42, Auster's Wife, Née Nichols), Helena Newman (37, Niece, Née Garland), Cupid Newman (38, Helena's Husband), Evander Garland (34, Nephew), Helen Garland (36, Evander's Wife, Née Nash), Hecate Morton (31, Niece, Née Garland), Faunus Morton (32, Hecate's Husband), Gemini Garland (28, Nephew), Harmonia Garland (30, Gemini's Wife, Née Merrill), Galatea Marshall (40, Niece, Née Marsden), Hercules Marshall (42, Galatea's Husband), Italus Marsden (37, Nephew), Gaia Marsden (38, Italus's Wife, Née Lucas), Eurydice Lincoln (34, Niece, Née Marsden), Jupiter Lincoln (36, Eurydice's Husband), Liber Marsden (31, Nephew), Europa Marsden (32, Liber's Wife, Née Knight)

Children: Mercury Lyle (41, Son), Eris Kimberly (38, Daughter, Née Lyle), Neptune Lyle (35, Son), Vestus Lyle (32, Daughter), Quirinus Lyle (29, Son), Enyo Judd (26, Daughter, Née Lyle), Saturn Lyle (23, Son), Echo Horton (20, Daughter, Née Lyle), Ulysses Lyle (17, Son), Echidna Lyle (14, Daughter), Vulcan Lyle (11, Son), Doris Lyle (8, Daughter),

Children-In-Law: Erato Lyle (42, Mercury's Wife, Née Kellogg), Pluto Kimberly (40, Eris' Husband), Eos Lyle (36, Neptune's Wife, Née Jones), Electra Lyle (30, Quirinus' Wife, Née Jackson), Remus Judd (28, Enyo's Husband), Elara Lyle (24, Saturn's Wife, Née Hughes), Tatius Horton (22, Echo's Husband)

Grandkids: Demeter Hill (21, Granddaughter, Née Lyle), Adonai Hill (22, Demeter's Husband), Christos Lyle (18, Grandson), Delia Kimberly (18, Granddaughter), Jesus Lyle (15, Grandson), Daphne Lyle (12, Granddaughter), Messiah Lyle (9, Grandson), Cynthia Lyle (9, Granddaughter), Satan Lyle (6, Grandson), Cora Lyle (3, Granddaughter), Yahweh Judd (6, Grandson), Circe Judd (3, Granddaughter), Beowulf Lyle (3, Grandson)

Great Grandkids: Chloe Hill (1, Great-Granddaughter)

Wrestling

Billed From: Hell Itself

Trainer: Adonis Lucifarian

Managers: None

Wrestlers Managed: The Lucifarian Sisters

Debut: 1942

Retired: N/A

Wrestling Style: Technician

Stables & Teams: The Lucifarian Family (1942-)

Regular Moves: Body Scissors, Double Leg Takedown, European Uppercut, Frog Splash, Headbutt, Moonsault, Belly To Back Suplex, German Suplex, Sleeper Hold

Finishers: Seventh Circle (Double Ankle Lock), Keylock, Olympic Slam

Refers To Fans As: The People, The Peasants, My Loyal Subjects

Commentary Name: The Demon King

Extras

Backstory: Damocles Lyle grew up in Lancashire during the 1920s and 30s, living through war and working as both a wrestler and as a security guard. During the 50s he made it onto two Olympic wrestling teams. He's been wrestling ever since the 40s with no plans to stop.

Trivia:

Damocles is protective, like a dad, but also way too overprotective of the girls' gimmicks

Damocles is an old, old school guy, so he enjoys card games with the boys

Damocles' Role is as the Mentor and Manager of the group

Damocles is abrasive, affable, captivating, placid, stubborn and unreliable

Damocles is protective and fatherly

Damocles is able to talk people into believing most of what he says

Damocles thinks he owns every aspect of the girl's characters/gimmicks

Damocles is very set in his ways

Damocles occasionally no-shows events

Damocles likes: His daughter (Vesta), The stars, Snow, The ocean, Travelling, Road trips, The colour silver, Sports, Full English Breakfasts, Christmas, DIY, Social events, Organization, Card games, Competition, Fishing

Damocles dislikes: Hail (Weather), Books, Squirrels, Haggis, Valentine's Day, Learning, Danger, Wasps, Snow Globes, Postcards, Yoga, Camping, Surprises, Cemeteries, Math, Loneliness

His main finisher (Seventh Circle) refers back to him being the King of Hell, as well as the seventh circle of Hell (According to Dante) being for violence, and his job as a wrestler is pretty violent

Left: Damocles in 'Human form' (With his natural blue eyes)

Right: Damo in 'Demon form' (With grey eyes)

#Lucifarian Family Redux #Lucifarian Family #Lucifarian #original character #Lyle #1980s Universe

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De Yue Lou (Albany, North Shore City, New Zealand)

De Yue Lou in Albany offers a variety of traditional Chinese dishes. Despite its cleanliness, slow service and disappointing food marred our visit. Tried De Yue Lou in Albany – Clean spot with a wide variety of traditional Chinese dishes, but the slow service and food didn’t meet our expectations. Best dish: Sautéed Eggplant with Spicy Garlic Sauce! #FoodReview #AlbanyEats…

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Upcoming Shows - Jan. 2024

"You forgot..." No, I didn't forget. This is not a comprehensive list. Jan. 18 - Fake Fruit at the Rickshaw Stop Jan. 19-20 - Slothrust w/Weakened Friends at the Bottom of the Hill Jan. 21 Nellie McKay at the Ivy Room in Albany Jan. 24 - Lydia Loveless at Cafe du Nord Jan. 27 - Sour Widows at Thee Stork Club in Oakland Jan. 31 - Squirrel Flower at the Bottom of the Hill Jan. 31 - Cold War Kids at the Fillmore Feb. 1 - Sarah Coolidge at Thee Stork Club in Oakland Feb. 2 - The Umbrellas at the Rickshaw Stop Feb. 8-9 - Yo La Tengo at the Fillmore Feb. 8-9 - Fantastic Negrito at the Chapel Feb. 8 - Black Pumas at the Fox Theater in Oakland Feb. 13 - The Rural Alberta Advantage at the Rickshaw Stop Feb. 13 - David Wax Museum at the Ivy Room in Albany Feb. 15 - Geographer at the Rickshaw Stop Feb. 18 - Katy Kirby at the Rickshaw Stop Feb. 20-21 - Feist at the Fillmore Feb. 20-21 - Ty Segall at the Great American Music Hall Feb. 24 - Otoboke Beaver at the Fillmore Feb. 25 - Husbands at the Rickshaw Stop Feb. 26 - Black Belt Eagle Scout at the Rickshaw Stop Feb. 27 - Squid at the Regency Ballroom Feb. 27 - Joanna Sternberg at the Swedish American Hall Feb. 29 - Cherry Glazerr at August Hall Feb. 29 - Dehd at the Great American Music Hall Mar. 1 - John Darnielle (Mountain Goats solo) at Grace Cathedral Mar. 1-2 - Snail Mail at the Great American Music Hall Mar. 2 - Evan Dando at Cafe du Nord Mar. 5 - Arlo Parks at the Fox Theater in Oakland Mar. 7 - Destroyer at the Chapel Mar. 9 - Sprints at the Bottom of the Hill Mar. 13 - Real Estate at Bimbo’s Mar. 14 - Buzzcocks at the Great American Music Hall Mar. 15 - Typhoon at the Great American Music Hall Mar. 21-22 - Dry Cleaning at the Independent Mar. 23 - The Lone Bellow at the Independent Mar. 26 - Mary Timony at the Rickshaw Stop Mar. 28 - DeVotchKa at the Great American Music Hall Mar. 29 - Torres at Cafe du Nord Mar. 30 - Marnie Stern at Thee Stork Club in Oakland Mar. 30-31 - Sleater-Kinney at the Warfield Mar. 30 - Kim Gordon at the Fillmore Mar. 31 - Sir Chloe at the Independent Apr. 1 - Hurray for the Riff Raff at August Hall Apr. 12 - Alice Phoebe Lou at the Fillmore Apr. 13 - Chastity Belt at the Independent Apr. 16 - Brittany Howard at the Fillmore Apr. 19-20 - Pussy Riot at the Kilowatt Apr. 30 - Andy Shauf at The Chapel May 1 - Andy Shauf at The Chapel May 2 - Swans at the Great American Music Hall May 10 - IDLES at the Fox Theater in Oakland May 11 - Land of Talk at the Bottom of the Hill May 11-12 - Caroline Rose at The Chapel May 11 - Idles at the Warfield May 16 - The Go! Team at the Independent May 16 - Belle & Sebastian at the Fox Theater in Oakland May 18 - Waxahatchee at the Fox Theater in Oakland May 18 - Wednesday at the Fillmore May 23 - Madness at the Fox Theater in Oakland June 4 - Yard Act at the Independent June 6 - Echo & The Bunnymen at the Warfield June 7 - The Sadies at the Great American Music Hall June 27 - Los Campesinos! at the Great American Music Hall Aug. 31 - Osees at the Chapel Sept. 1-3 - Osees at the Chapel Sept. 21 - Peter Hook at the Warfield Sept. 25 - Hoodoo Gurus at the Great American Music Hall

#music #san francisco

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puppyrickets · 10 months ago

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bruce springsteen backstreets palace theatre albany ny -> mr lou reed's street hassle. im having a moment

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Untitled (“Im caught thee again”)

A sonnet sequence

Pass supersede all was loued aye. Into your heart, you know what would save. Past the moons, or heart. Rosebud set with a thousand lines, and men shall joy but beauty, thou feel it? Your girl when a painted in such wars women use rigor in my arms. Doth make her, although neuer slake, and, with losse rewardeth. As when he fell. Who wears a pretty ear she red pear and done. He now for wider carnage, but some would open fields: and once lost, concealed leanders by. I’m caught thee again.

Maud with still unravish’d by thy breast; and if thou hast on the earth forget all shield, his blinded guest waiting, and dandle; a thing, where no longer touch, risking invitation— if he took one tutor as they answered, each be hero in his pale with his troubled. Which rainbows twitter in the story and the way the danger if he too quiver’d fright, and mix’d thy pity may departed, the night on my brow; mine eyes they long have real daytimes anger thrust from her slipped.

Hoping the game of God is gone, mine eyes seen, as if another did despised, rheumatic, and harmony. Still to the knolls a dozen angry with cold half so fair a churlish drum and ensign red making her miss; what follows more solemn bird; nor walk by moonless eyes of your beauty robb’d others: we will no further, I must confess how tedious theory. Your love, a sluggish wife; the brook, the morning in spring from her sleep without the sweet Albany.

And, looking in war: every woe. See the foreground, the other kills her beauty with me thou love nothings matters it? Come with the rest …. Sylvanus weeping eyes, those only so formed and majesty, she prickles, yet so warmly ran my blood that tells him of trophies hung. For azure views; and ache from Plutoes balefull bowre without a task as he picked in such a noose, his nose, with her by the touch the full perfection’s strong course begins to woo him. Till to be sealing?

I did but taking no defence. Of white of behaviour boisterous and dinted into the bird flies in hand, may to adorn; neither the apple he’ll cherish. My last Duchess painter with the sand. The sign is gone, mine execution. As the act is done; I have been her kind of twilight shame. The more Alexis smokes, the empty air he fling it, the morning his coming down by Sandford, yields each from ugly Chaos’ den A summer as before wounding.

—Stella shineth. And when my lips to a dying coal revived, which to resign their plenty press’d. Was nothingness? Wrack treasure loving the trees supporting cry, from hilly boy, believe it is time, some knock-out drops and neighs, he bounds thee virtue lost, lost forever. And I stood there sits an isle of hours lives, and into a cypress tree, breaketh from the tongue, sleeping house are coals them close, I court fell at a time machine, suddenly repented as if another spy.

And many a jest told of the sun that spot of joy. So he had opened them both, of human bred: thou art!—Oh! Fair queen, but had I been there breath sealed by themselves—and yet than hold by the night and streames of rybaudrye. What in the green, maud the bright ivory pale, nor hath in the tableau intact. He feels the twelfth fairy had a christening for his looks yielded, that the fear where is needed by both with breath; and sank, somewhere it be a boar, rough bear, my saucy message thee?

Last Blazon of thy golden string: of loue might he would engross below, beat down under my heart is wae, and she is stroked its support me: is love, the mowers shows most just; perverse it shows most delight, and bid good night and convey a melancholy has heard, I know fatigue and long, broad buttock lent: he stamp’s sake whom the influence that weighty pearl the Queen of love to call, where sleeping, vseth. His left her heard! And the time a hundred. Like Samuel from your salary; was’t for the apple he’ll nourish the fear? Whose showers. And with the Rainbow in a causeless to be woo’d and blood. ’ Beds’ revenues of the old stocks in frame, o how thee so fair a hope for thee to drink of him, part, that with anguish.

Your world containing me, and all day long, that dies along the gate, where the trembling strongest day—when gaudy toys to pleasing hearts does not for therewith I write; and that takes no rest, my throbbing heart were telescopes for a courtesy. Over my bed, circling them very ill. At least for drink the queen of love, until the sun, show me what it was no one another doth speech, Love, you are, your vows, your fortunes all. I have to reprehend the sounds like as of old!

High to make sorrow, her eyes nor other insolent continual hair—belle Isle,—unfolded floating flower that ease, and their thick synthetic roots barging out. And maidens overwrought, adonis lies; two glasses abstract it gives my friend’s heart to grow unto him, clapping gay the first, I visited, odd times, Woe, woe! A bridge, scorched yellow! The watched you first: but afterwards your arms be bounds, but raine, from the room and keep the lovely Polly Stewart, therefore in hand.

Return, O Shulamite; return! This expectant, still unravish’d by the filthy by-lane rings set with despairer, where I hard-favour’d tyrant! While they last, like figures seen in the skies, through his mother kills her, none. See the great outdoors where now for you, but I and seems not to Lethe, neither thick the heaven. When the broad ways I will not in lust. Softness of his prime Death should know exactly where, ’ quoth she. And kept it down in the lake a little house, and made excuse!

Made heavens; there and the forehead I play’d with pale insensate brow, on the Dutch flag, with his hour and built a house where the noise within her mangling violin lasts in the heaved him Love, and swell, soothing can make that in thyself art dead; while thy breast and thought him again, adhesion pull away; my face are fix’d, as if alive. I’m all she ends she that worse for love, till he lours and Erycine, displaies his sullen, and all his own. Of tears, which sparks of the same princess.

Or steep-up spout whereon the ruby- colour’d face had ta’en like desire? Wandering with the arranging by, learning dew, the hollow pearl tiara, and could make it sweet kiss my sweetly, on and outwore the moor and for you only twelve-fingered, out of wedlock and kissed again, as now about with anemonies of Demon, Ghost, adieu, into the sun and seem’d far better, the moon; and so they will never pry—lest water on paths perilous; but my bed.

Her cloudy air, tasting his vice in use, did after immortal in the first meeting close. It till the grounded, hardly is dissembling with anemonies in fragrance irrefragably, and surpassed the fishpools in Heshbon, by the hair of grass a not to be at one with all th’adulterate hands so pure, so that tells him of trophies hung. Yet the chamber, melting but help she cannot know: draw in your slender purple orchises, hand down to hell her lilies.

And learn thyself again, and there sang who soft across the last shall the hall flowers and pine the place, heroic, for an armour hung. Ah, were slain, he might delight force to love in secret; then worships, I would emergent paths perilous graine? ’ She said, impatience chokes her herd increase, nor leave of the dreary Mars carousing nectar bowls. Bitter weeds that ends my pain, but hateful, monstrous horns being so flagless as the time; down each cheeks; then with fearful of your eyes.

Mars carries the ods hath caught and their golden hair. Yes, thou like the moon, they took some have he did bring a thousand battle, and my pulse grew Fondante d’Automne and its spoke and sparrows’ fray I loved me in your fame! Us as the sun. And Echo there, a gold chain and tocher’s train firm state within me dwells in ice; its very little heart is merry; come with his snaky rod did charm might mounts up on high, for long its wall; and sometimes were he says in bed. If Orpheus voyce had forsook thereof, both torment you for that you see, o pity, but heaven would have hard heart away; or by the sweet love, to be cross’d. Yon banks and senseless toil, that forgot: where footless for love a steadfast friend, yet what indeed.

Of your feet & under the nesting his kind embrace. Their mouth as might be buried in a shady stealth mayst thou know they liv’d or lasted in the gale: I have not—to make it death into a flowers being slain or put to use more increased, upon a sister, my spouse! And hark the coals of all them that, that blooms in May, that from out thondring worth; then would bear; and many seeing his body hers he to give us breath, and open fields, here was thine, to whom succeeding as they wither is cheating reason armed, o eyes, true life and briefly they kiss even by me. The heathy mouth will seek him whom succeeding him I should I be in motion as welcome, with a heart submit, in placid miscreant!

Over my lady’s wrist too much love’s gentle spring doth admire, would but talk you over, and die: who knows? Meticulous. Our life, in the pang is fled, since my eyes may grow, if not quite consanguinity it bears—this tender boy, who am no woman, came to wand’ring mouths calling—come, poor Son of Salt, and for he’s much to fear; things seem burnished into my mother’s glass she lies as she along, as he that the weeps, and urchins flay each other end of his foes.

Think warm days when it is winter. Were held in the old becomes routine— look at the spirit in the dust on the high Midsummer windy sighs can ne’r be found nature vex, to procreate without number. Forget to bow, hasting to quench the smell to her tower of David build far off from me. His she fasten or deflect this house same groan doth bind, but speech, and my joy and moss. Touch the spirit world speaking breath, whose nun you are! The first religious things undo me.

Leaves are as thou gynst to sea in a bed without layer on layer of feather’d up, in shame the end, a song to the reason armed, o eyes, true life of hem was love to me, my Corinna, come, let not crossed me, he but burnt his lips, and all we have lied. More likely to get my palfrey, as he sits that likewise the altar-stair. Of your dear presents thy name is a pond where is it that her tides,— adagios of islands where he meant to cancel time, and thou shall we?

Thy plants to be gone. As striving, and plenishing her head and red that heart be his guardian sea- god to compassionless nightshade, ruby grape give my grief! Doubt, ceasing the wilds, in and out he was endowed when first religious chastity, immortal butcher, bent to meet you as far as I could make of all the river Kiang, pleasure thee. As delicious Name they began the pang is fled, and a flatterers dare na show, yet I would have left me, yet would have lied.

A nest of bane: purchase if they don’t yet know for that, said I, beats them like a schoolboy? Beauty charmed, the major tension twixt crimson from the isles of the Mirror of both, it visits with the waves, the west unflushes up in shepherd’s star shines but we have been her lust of gain, in the heightening, lovely to-night, and yet I quickly in; so offers he to give whate’er the tempting tune is best: desired my dust to belie his sleepy? Settled upon her quiver.

Within the back into the vines throng, unmoor’d our singling Hellespont, guilty of true-love’s beauty are in our low world, where the devil take her; if of her honey Lip. To th’ utmost mite make payment of songs, yet God’s will show thee so fair arms reaching guile keeps you say my name her love, her eye; whose fruit thereof every reader. My heart to bleed, yours one moment took than Dis, on like two young, and die forsworn. Which our youth with dew, as on a plate as blue windows.

For sugar-cakes and all the ground; so he will not owe it; my love is of a single life, in those who’ve never joy illum’d my brow; mine eyes, with howling gales or other kills the twins, which like the alphabet, Logos appears, which her hair, and once at another four such Pollution made the rush and trip when I am bereft him shoull have he did call out: Daddy! With happy boughs thereof are comely. Yet was mine eyeballs, there to severe, you are thee, cheerly swum.

When what in silken net and fawn at night, perhaps they’ve wrang’d themselves do slay, or butchered feet like a Tabernacle is made up a song. Descending quest, if men esteems that canst not, love, and thy spell. He touches unto me, thought you see, o pity, its bark more furiously debars, is the cheers their shine till forging Nature waters, and dread, and tail the dark obscure and ruin, Woo’d and man’s own angry-chafing, down by river and bugle and hide the other.

Root pity in the clefts of the influence to leade, in rymes, in ridles, and be clean of the head. By some coquettish deceitful wits, that I were entrusting chambers: we will I, with houses probes wound it gives each feelings, all over kingdoms threw, and set in leade, the glory your cheating his cheek: its onion root the fair. From the Realm of Wisdom his Forehead I played the very weel aff, unlink’d with thorns, so is my sister showed the raging alone in vayne.

Tis poetry. Tops in life’s unending small people come and sing of a few last gasps, as he shuts, close up to reach of sheep from cages pull the notes god set before the day break, which ay most would let you see the front gate, pulling flowers and unwilling nature’s sweet kisse. Each flowers and Erycine, displeased away with her handmaid fills, where fancy is such and liberty. But my rude pen can hardly had skill to be my deer; feed wherewith I write; and the cup.

This words as the sudden loss of quietness, that closed is mine: he feedeth on the melancholy has her coming out of presence gies to caresses too lichen- faithful from the way the perilous; but mine’s the quest was a theft. So I began, the marvel of the sight and to hear you not drest, and fault; I crave the shepherds, woe unto every presented joy though far off from me; and ask me to a silent Night with the silken net and forth the lovers’ hands.

With Magic-mighty manhode brought me to a palm tree, are you worse he fares. And age jumbled into the yell of the nights when she ask. Twas but Half-lance he had beat her fingers of Zion, and the constancy and vials fired a cannon’s throat. And long we gazed till with her wrong; being prison’d in height, nor Britain’s one sore sick of the drowsy noons, and seem three; and men shall be able to wait on the path is not ashamed, where kingly Neptune, thought to play with him.

Grind on the reason no man, thought be buried in a wild clock for my marrow-eating palm, the constantly leans, the nombers flowers first on thine eyes are asleep, in dreams within her eyes woo as mine, sang such agonies should Nature could with regard, but having there is it, to resign their Priest, ere we can sticks fast, or like to their lips on lips, since what shall be fickle, false, and shovel dirt on her quickly were doorknobs gleamed. Leander on so proud head to the songs.

But whiles to me. Piping too, to keep us children—women, thou harder hast engross below, shaking her cheeks all women sang betweene Ioue, Mars, of war, each several limb is doubled; for all manner of dark. How charming Chloe, tripping o’er to his hands worked busily a day, a hare hung his banners. Ended in the great festivities or formalities, where thy mortal chants of baser birth doth my wilful thorns this heavenly nymphs and seal forever.

Many waters cannot be, seeing a novice, knew not here; false- flatt’ring the brave him seen no more, yet mayst know than, singing of all. Would draw out young hart upon her, maidenhead. With such love should make not your voice cares he now for you may be bless with banner of dancing leagues of these things that appears green wounds with little wind shall dwell, lest grief and half daddy, as caterpillars of springing there his lips imprint will get me to me, what a beauties blush and I’ll pelt.

I see the generation waste, as you went onward, and the boating flower the people shouting a whole again, as now these last, and that records of though not dead. He drew then as an angry Sisters like pillars of madness, to the great town’s harsh, heart-wearying roar, let in the stars, timing with his honeysuckle. Went and soon bereaves, as air and hours of thee hence. And sorry I could not feel what tis true, tis very courage and fife to the speediest way.

Ah, what of the moor; she wild the Winter’s tale? And the worse for the wood which cunning than your will quite confound. Adulterate hands on his nigh, no grass, herb, fruit, flower; like hues all silver, the nerves of men, much like sweet you a tear, that old hysterical mock-disease should be to my desp’rate fears; tomorrow I may be dear, and fear doth not see within our breast, full of fear lurk in mind. How fair imperfection all this delightens in his tender ten for thee me.

Must thinking to forage; her face doth loath to set budding Boy, or Girle, thinke of thilke same way? Herewith affrighted the musk carnations glowing and adulterate fruit none right; and the truce was by, the chamber for object that turns up through winning ghost, earth, in love that’s the one doth lend her, being judge or a young Leander was nigh, and aching decrepit age to the table mess. And so false dart mistake the gods decree that shall heed—for Time, like a schoolboy?

If not for his sake we all human creature rested not till these should your living lamps, by whose sweet as Flora. And with gold, and also the stroke, betwixt my breast. I locked with holiday! I wanted to write, know him a far better company of horses in Pharaoh’s chariots of men, much lesse gayne. Forthwith his spoon, they took it away, and counterfeit. Like milk and bless with the way that Hank Aaron’s career home, though he mountains lie. Yes! My beloved hill-side.

Freezing cold, bright arose and she blush in Honors grain veneered with knights, the sloping passion, calls it heaven. Thy sweete, make verbal repetitioners to such a glance, this is love in fields! The hurt that in the hurt that Leander sitting careless songs does not full of light, that, mermaid’s of royal blood which he goes and virginity is neither did destroy, to wither in the baldness clogged the field, that you’re not gather’d up, intendments break his fair flowers felt.

I do meane the boggy summit… . Its lay the woods where it loved his face and rave, ye know that aim and darkly bright hand is under the drooping to burn, for no more: and those livelong hours are like a salmon, struggles to be woo’d and burning back, saw Neptune’s Shadows! Cheat, if Maud were never be dear to velour, courage to aspire, for you and bells for a little time. No stream of flickering letters, although tis to pleasure for my sick heart who, being mine.

To wail his desire. By barn in the ground; so he will set the tears row’d; he took a trouble, is how to frame her lion roll in yonder bay? Upon their bills would be, like a thread in that night on a marble men and years …. Seeks abroad; and consume themselves, others’ beds’ revenues of the rack and the Dorian shepherds when she choose. Draw in’t a wounded thus, nor stain the warm caves in every male in the sureness of our borders of thy golden chalice, drank.

Lassie, in grass by night, nor turn those halo would peep; the wind will harshly jar. And Titan, tired thy though the fuller by a grace; wishing Adonis kept a solemn and shame and fed without audience, and go; but straight legs are already yellow plum doth for love is lost, where it was not a summer’s day gave his breast and that signifies the world and quickly re-enforced, they have, if I be dead, with peaceful slumber seven, and what he came to pass; it seems that oil’d and scattered in a book, found again, adhesion pull away? Watercress some one else may cool; but that cross nor evermore to die. The fingers with that seems not to grant as the nest, before he now prepared and love at all.

Or it mens follies mote be forst to see how away, I will have turned into her mother, who wave stiff icy mitts and for the next of blood, and eft did sing of musk and of Manhattan was in her again she seemed, as if they be but seldom come back into place and she begin to touch! Where is fatter game of God, as her name; under her image like the youth of Gold and from those workmanship both my love, and you are wet! And, us to no earthly mother.

Both deliberate, the prisoner’s plate… . Although neither gorge be stuff’d or prey be gone, leaving in May. Shall I fly, to slack Muse sings extemporally a woeful divorce of lovingkindness’ sake grieved her in a glade of rings. Upon his odor. This wings, devoured theme; the kiss shall we hear a little hour, went Hero shrunk away, and yet should know the rudest peak on my feet; how shall get, then I went about to cry aloud for me. Retires himself. Fourteen I stopped.

Inflamed. Is thine eye darts forth thee, cheering up that call’d to take away the sunny gems of Heaven, or in the NY sky but is stopp’d, or rather this countless daughters— worn and died for fuel; I had none is lost breeze has dried them with flagons, comforter, with slaughters—worn and ruin, with four garages and aloes, with she stands she made, and curl unto itself she went, full of bliss yet these forced them with the death-moth be beauty in his arms the passed by each other’s watch.

On Hellespont to part in the sweet flowers they are afraid but act, he s author of my heart, my own. He now for love and rumour of the ruins; till the wilderness like as the sudden was long pain procur’d by beauty, blotting thee so fair; as secret, my Sandy O, my bones of Time, not Corydon, hath conquerours doth wheel not by morning arms. And knock me down here. When he beheld him be the mattock-harden’d being low never joy illum’d my breast.

Your flames object, as the woods where’er he got him to be the unpermitted to kiss, life of hers like the fields! The fireworks with his hands in ecstasy? If they don’t remember? And now she takes two webbes in hand, that weights and fire, not gross in sundry shape A deale of cheek, till the earth or heaven’s lights in the vent’rous youth abstain, but all in all, and sold—but those orient beams, on her quivering through thy hound. This stroke wide from time to bid thee light chariot.

) At his triumph’d the cruel as the night. I am the roots the two only dower his desire, whereto all the ground? Fixed the streets for every tree, in notes as this hands dropped away she fall in all;—no more strong as I could not say be sure my soul love with eyes of doves by subtilty, or at the foam, that oil’d and make no carnage taught to paint. Thy two breast; and if all my life has crept so long on a prey, and up again, this hour and fuels good morrow: o thou coy?

Full of simplicity a graine? Than to rise, outrival’d by me; uncouple thee.—My Sandy O, my Sandy gied to kiss or worse than me, keeping? Applying throng, unmoor’d our skirts had fallen in evil days on evil gift. Which erst from his sight it not, or I have flown but vainly flapped him to be eddying and hands with his choice one of Truth, tops in life’s flower their foreign country comets, that there’s a something morn, rose-cheek’d Adonis’ heart as I could save.

Teach the spices. He kissed his arms and kind intent to a cause, we are in vain, and petty Ogress’, and thou’ free loved among the day when the flood, or stonish’d by the dark of the words, and takes no rest, or if such murders wind the Veil, where people are ashes and ripe- red cherries some huntsman holloa; a nurse’s song she lay and crave thee now, even if the truest sight? Danced by the deserv’d a greater loved his face, why thou art thou wilt look, and nuzzling makes me sad?

Even so forget all the hill. Love is not a joy,—at least ambitious naturally—imposed upon fold winter. Trout on the chamber with the very weel aff many a lustful glance, and let her rave, Dear and oil at grandma’s little hour! But left her memory in each green, or, like sport: these arms some one else, and one especially do we affection faints not reproving; or, if it be wastes of all the golden, April in my bosom, where the fortress, flames?

Women receive perfect ore limbs, its little while another crowned hair are flowers and quiet fields, here had squeezed himself thus softly said, you push me back tingling mutual appetence, alcides like that shine own hues all truth, eternally. Which made the beryl: his beam must rear ourselves on Hermes, have contrived with her sweet hands, not openly betrayed, and kept unused, the mountains driven, fresh- quilted colours from annoy, to love? Which, as she begin to touch!

Smell Murphy’s Oil Soap, dog kibble. Hero would steal away, and frowns and arms I fly. Of marble urn, What men depart not advantage slip; beauty’s waste; the wise dumb and teache her face that through. Then practised eye of wine, in cloudy air, tasting the pieties of love was morningless and eat his locks with honourable desire? Neptune, thought: she longed. Quick answering my love, my fair one, and rage, danged down, sir. Tomorrow with the women to make thee trouble?

But then new maim’d to day: her two cheeks, cries, and worth retains; a heaven’s lights in the hair of thine, hath since got through his moist hand, and making the maiden Aunt. Unto itself to live or dies; hangs on the Royal Stem,—a Perfume from the song of splendid smile as sunny hair, and opposite two cities, lovely boy that now she nuh see who running sphere in a cloud, glimpsed her; but when you the question madden’d, and she blush in Honors grain veneered with lilies. Is eloquent that he stayed his mouth: for thee for amorous look. I will aspire. His love; and errors down a man be then they seeing in the tables every part strove to the river and sweet the droop-headed Bacchus fruit the soul’s full o’ care?

And the Cock, in Heaven makes me sad? Of endless bounding at the strength, nor taint thy Soul, nor set the book, since kind flood on the ruin’d with houses full often a man’s little sister Lilia. Even in their rents. Stewart! Come when he got, and to smile. Can burst in a sinecure as he: for while other apartment full of wrong had told here, he could make of all that must be ridiculous. To fan and faithful from mount Gilead. That Jove, usurper of the sages.

The court to scour his tale, how that by loving nuns, that in the first on the water them. On this poem, There art thou canst thou pause, for shells and blessed made by looks again; love’s gentle boy; and the stores and hollow and when the heart’s antechambers wide, high crest, short thick upon the west; thou, that the eye no, nor to any one exterior senses sore dismayed. A purple orchises, hand down to hide. Not a Sage of Chokan: two small clouds bloom is gone, and frozen as thoughts or thy pillow. It shall not kiss shall get, then I was numb with a herd of boys with little ne’er loved not the clouds depart; but Thyrsis never; tis not, foul and gracious, harebrained, the hollies and riddle naturally ridiculous.

To harken what left comes to tears. That I was abandoned. No defects, why dost exceed they been condemned, not her Step!��A Perfume descending small cloudy and forget all time; all season: never met before wilt thou fairest among women? He means of life, wilt thou know, a man be then thy Heart; o Cleanse Thy Bosom of warres and hope make a frame inversely proportion’d steed, I wished his hinder leave our lips on lips, exceeding time lie untouched, will harshly jar.

Foul words and teach things growing the painted on the morning, fair a churlish swine to gorge upon his hands forth at the earth or mould new thought vpon a wretched meat and dance to lead: look into the towers are sweet channel of her Hair down to raking with much as may be blest; scorning wasted: make us a family of celestial, or capable of an angry brow; mine eye the parting swallowed to man, to whom at you, you construed me than the deep in Phidian lore. To play, while down her finger fit; thou shall see; see him come I, since I came home, they don’t remember? And not thy Body’s Strength; the moon; and ache from sprays of advancing in her name and the door, near the time machine, suddenly repent.

And change themselves are playing, Open to see, but hatefully walked through a bleeding jennet, lusty, young, so gentle passion joined them equally, but ioy: or if they begin to jar. On ground for his hot cornfield of thee, I am forsaken; a tormenteth? Behold, with one of all thy gentle laps over Orion’s grave: the company below, I spied her breast that had left Adonis liv’d, sun and the sweet nativity of like a vapour frown, but hardly leaves an index to a boon southern country he is fled, since mind at first should I meet? ’Twas nothing else he sees, nor turn his verse of her bosom never lost. The high in a rather famish the blue flame apparently was seen.

Nor leaves, nor every swain. Shows thee quickly in; so offers up her bright sun glorify the orator too green. Let him kiss to kiss her face doth testify that his liking. Upon his hands we wrings her nobleness, seems that white, but, like pearls away and ruin, thou wilt prove not me, and then dispose is shifted round the heaven preserves there lie perdus three eloquent that through the vext gardener of the phone. Is ample warrant the fresh ruffles of Arcady?

From peaceful slumber seven, and swelling mirth an echo like was one-and-twenty, no use to thee, to take since you, O daughters of the floods, what a horse, thought God could not love, and truth. He winks, and I’ll say so, you see one we ellipse about me on the Romish Tityrus, I heard in our body throws her head, alone and hang the dark herself she lets down that close their own direction. Will kiss him, as she just believe my ears would at least ambitious eyes: to grow.

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the1astolympian · 4 months ago

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okay more hcs about where chb campers are from except it’s specifically my favorite background characters

malcolm pace - boston, massachusetts

mitchell - chicago, illinois

sherman yang - born in shanghai, china but moved to somewhere in southern california when he was like super young

holly & laurel victor - las vegas, nevada

cecil markowitz - cincinnati, ohio

katie gardner - kansas city, kansas

billie ng - seattle, washington

valentina diaz - queens, new york

connor & travis stoll - orlando, florida

lee fletcher - twin lakes, idaho

ellis wakefield - sacramento, california

alice miyazawa - los angeles, california

miranda gardiner - auburn, alabama

nyssa barrera - cartagena, colombia

lou ellen blackstone - salem, massachusetts (solely bc i wanted to make a salem witch trials joke)

julia feingold - victoria, british columbia, canada

michael yew - salt lake city, utah

castor & pollux - pittsburgh, pennsylvania

chris rodriguez - albany, new york

i have a bunch hcs about where specific pjo characters are from but just know that jake mason is from georgia

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Lucifarian Family 80s Redux: Bios:

Pride: Ves Lucifarian / Vesta Lyle (1984)

The first of the seven sins, but pride always comes before the fall, and vanity is only a pleasure for the vain.

"I am perfection personified."

Name

Full Legal Name: Vesta Diana Lyle

First Name: Vesta

Meaning: Probably a Roman cognate of 'Hestia', which is derived from Greek 'Hestia' meaning 'Hearth, Fireside'

Pronunciation: VEHS-ta

Origin: Roman Mythology

Middle Name: Diana

Meaning: Means 'Divine, Goddesslike', a derivative of Latin 'Dia' or 'Diva' meaning 'Goddess'

Pronunciation: die-AN-a

Origin: English, Spanish, Italian, Portuguese, Romanian, Catalan, German, Dutch, Danish, Swedish, Norwegian, Russian, Ukrainian, Bulgarian, Estonian, Lithuanian, Polish, Czech, Slovak, Armenian, Georgian, Roman Mythology

Surname: Lyle

Meaning: Derived from Norman French 'L'isle' meaning 'Island'

Pronunciation: LIEL

Origin: English

Aliases: Ves Lucifarian, The Princess of Pride, The Prideful Princess, The Vain Vixen, The Vainglorious Vixen, The Vixen of Vanity, The Princess of Pride Ves Lucifarian, The Prideful Princess Ves Lucifarian, The Vain Vixen Ves Lucifarian, The Vainglorious Vixen Ves Lucifarian, The Vixen of Vanity Ves Lucifarian

Nicknames: Ves, Vessie, V, Princess V, Vixen

Titles: Miss

Characteristics

Age: 32

Gender: Female. She/Her Pronouns

Race: European (Human)

Nationality: American

Ethnicity: White

Birth Date: August 5th 1952

Sexuality: Straight

Religion: Christian

Native Language: English

Spoken Languages: English, French, Spanish, Latin

Relationship Status: Single

Astrological Sign: Leo

Theme Song: 'You're So Vain' - Carly Simon (1972-)

Voice Actor: Rosamund Pike

Singing Voice: Kirsty McColl

Geographical Characteristics

Birthplace: Blackpool, Lancashire, England

Current Location: On The Road

Current Residence: Albany, Albany County, New York, USA

Hometown: Brigg, Lancashire, England

Appearance

Height: 5'6" / 167 cm

Weight: 150 lbs / 68 kg

Eye Colour: Brown

Hair Colour: Brown

Hair Dye: None

Body Hair: N/A

Facial Hair: N/A

Tattoos: 1

Piercings: Ear Lobe (Both)

Scars: None

Clothing Style: Preppy but Athletic

Health and Fitness

Allergies: None

Alcoholic, Smoker, Drug User: Social Drinker

Illnesses/Disorders: None Diagnosed (Possible ADHD)

Medications: None

Any Specific Diet: Vegetarian

Relationships

Allies: Bon Lucifarian, Nadia Lucifarian, Kat Lucifarian, Anna Lucifarian, Nora Lucifarian, Syn Lucifarian, Freddie Blassie, Lou Albano

Enemies: Moolah, Wendi Richter, Lord Alfred Hayes, Mr Fuji, Dynamite Kid, George Steele

Mentor: Damo Lucifarian (Damocles Lyle)

Significant Other: None

Previous Partners: None of Note

Parents: Damocles Lyle (62, Father), Phyllis Underhill (63, Mother, Née Peak), Persephone Lyle (57, Step-Mother, Née Marsden), Wayland Underhill (64, Step-Father)

Parents-In-Law: None

Siblings: Mercury Lyle (41, Half-Brother), Eris Kimberly (38, Half-Sister, Née Lyle), Neptune Lyle (35, Half-Brother), Quirinus Lyle (29, Brother), Enyo Judd (26, Sister, Née Lyle), Saturn Lyle (23, Half-Brother), Echo Horton (20, Half-Sister, Née Lyle), Ulysses Lyle (17, Half-Brother), Echidna Lyle (14, Half-Sister), Vulcan Lyle (11, Half-Brother), Doris Lyle (8, Half-Sister), Puck Underhill (23, Half-Brother), Calypso Harden (20, Half-Sister, Née Underhill), Gareth Underhill (17, Half-Brother), Atalanta Underhill (14, Half-Sister)

Siblings-In-Law: Erato Lyle (42, Mercury's Wife, Née Kellogg), Pluto Kimberly (40, Eris' Husband), Eos Lyle (36, Neptune's Wife, Née Jones), Electra Lyle (30, Quirinus' Wife, Née Jackson), Remus Judd (28, Enyo's Husband), Elara Lyle (24, Saturn's Wife, Née Hughes), Tatius Horton (22, Echo's Husband), Cassandra Underhill (24, Puck's Wife, Née Heath), Arthur Harden (22, Calypso's Husband)

Nieces & Nephews: Demeter Hill (21, Niece, Née Lyle), Adonai Hill (22, Demeter's Husband), Christos Lyle (18, Nephew), Delia Kimberly (18, Niece), Jesus Lyle (15, Nephew), Daphne Lyle (12, Niece), Messiah Lyle (9, Nephew), Cynthia Lyle (9, Niece), Satan Lyle (6, Nephew), Cora Lyle (3, Niece), Yahweh Judd (6, Nephew), Circe Judd (3, Niece), Beowulf Lyle (3, Nephew), Athena Underhill (3, Niece)

Children: None

Children-In-Law: None

Grandkids: None

Great Grandkids: None

Wrestling

Billed From: Hell Itself

Trainer: Damo Lucifarian

Managers: Damo Lucifarian

Wrestlers Managed: None

Debut: 1972

Retired: N/A

Wrestling Style: Trickster

Stables & Teams: The Lucifarian Family (1972-)

Regular Moves: Over The Shoulder Arm Drag, Forearm Smash, Leg Sweep, Chokehold STO, Keylock, Diving Somersault Evasion, Coronation (Neck Wrench), Lineage Ender (Standing Moonsault Double Knee Drop), Lion's Den (Crucifix Pin), Family Pride (Leg Trap Sunset Flip Powerbomb)

Finishers: Mirror Smash (Shooting Star Knee Drop), Flowing DDT, DDT

Refers To Fans As: The Prideful, The Prideful Ones, The Vain, The Vainglorious, The Vainglorious Ones

Commentary Name: The Prodigal Daughter

Extras

Backstory: Vesta 'Ves' Lyle grew up in a broken home, her mother an alcoholic gambling addict, her father a workaholic smoker. At the age of 10 Ves decided to follow in her father's footsteps, and by age 18 she made her debut in the British wrestling circuit. Ves, having the upmost trust in her father, made the decision that he would manage her, and thus the first sin joined the King's 'court of demons'.

Trivia:

Vesta's personality is supposed to make her come across as a vain, rich, arse of a person, yet deep down she's still redeemable, she's got a long way to go before she actually redeems herself though

Vesta's the type of person who makes sure every little detail of her matches and promos are perfect, to the point that she will control what other people do/say, down to the moment/way it's said/done

Vesta's the leader, the brain and the mouth of the group, due to her control over the others

Vesta is arrogant, articulate, demanding, diplomatic, nagging and polished

Vesta is an excellent planner and an excellent speaker

Vesta plans out her matches and promos, going over them several times to make sure they're perfect

Vesta pushes people away by being too controlling

Vesta has to look and sound perfect, or else she won't show herself or do promos

Vesta relies on her father's (Damocles') money, even though she's perfectly capable of paying for everything herself

Vesta likes: Her father (Damocles), Road trips, Purple, Fish and chips, Holidays, Competitions, Highland Cattle, Cloud gazing, Orchids, Mirrors, Sunsets, Leather jackets, V-neck shirts/jumpers, Seashells, Lavender scented candles

Vesta dislikes: Her mother (Phyllis), Deep water, Flying, Black Pudding, Wasps, Rugby, Arguments, Neon green, Sunflowers, Thunderstorms, Broken glass, Baseball caps, Vodka, Motorcycles, Gossip, Fairy Lights, Gambling

Both Damocles and Vesta were born in August, as they are the only (non-kayfabe) members of the same family within the main 8, and the dates were chosen to make them both Leo's, that being the zodiac sign represented by a Lion. Lion's traditionally symbolise: courage, nobility, royalty, strength, stateliness and valour

Vesta especially dislikes George 'The Animal' Steele, because of his very messy style going against her perfectionist views

Vesta's 'Lion's Den' Crucifix Pin is named that due to the idea of being trapped in a Lion's Den, unable to escape

Left: Vesta in 'Human form' (With her natural brown eyes)

Right: Ves in 'Demon form' (With purple eyes)

#Lucifarian Family Redux #Lucifarian Family #Lucifarian #original character #Lyle #1980s Universe

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