The snakes are huge, and the telekinesis is a group effort to hold them up and knot them together. The tower of snakes blocks the stairs, and you have to work around it in order to get to the second level of the tower; the snakes will bite and have venom and lava and steam chambers inside their huge bodies. The head of one is T-rex sized, knotted together in a breathing, pulsing, slithering mass of sheer sourcery.
Calculating how to best do this work of art has to be done beforehand, with a clear map of the snake and his danger spots.
Will we still have a cat by the time I'm supposed to be awake?
If I were a Dead Russian Composer, I would be Modest Mussorgsky.
I am a Romantic period psycho who's drunk more often than not. I died of this affliction, not surprisingly. My famous works include "Night on Bald Mountain" and "Pictures at an Exhibition."
Who would you be? Dead Russian Composer Personality Test
He wanted a bath, so I'm letting him have one -- very warm water, heat up in the house, keeping an ear out for trouble, occasionally adding more warm water as what's in the tub cools off. I closed the blinds so our little household nudist won't be flashing passers-by when he jumps out of the tub and decides to run around naked for half an hour before we can catch him and dress him.
Apparently everyone in the Capulet family goes through the nudist stage, which means we're going to have to start keeping a close watch so Nephew doesn't start undressing in public, which is apparently the next fun thing he'll try if he goes by the stages of development as put out by Votania's family.
If he ever tries it at school, though, we're still going to call it "skyclad".
I'm going to get blue jeans and a pale blue shirt, and glue, Velcro, snap, staple, pin, or otherwise attach white puffy clouds to my outfit. I will wear our gold sun ornament from the tree on a cord or chain about my neck.
Votania will wear navy blue or black, and snap or sew or Velcro stars on the outfit, and wear the silver moon ornament from the tree as a necklace.
Hope I can reconnect with some of the old friends I lost touch with.
Now, to look for L*...
I love my computer, and I love Darkside.
The last time I tried to share with someone, to share a guy, I wound up holding my shattered heart in my hands.
This will be different.