Nothing to do with Sci-Fi, but instead musicals!
This has nothing to do with the orginal “musical” topic sorry… this is for Catalina…. Do you like Crusade?? I know you do, can you give me any info on if it will be playing at all on any Channel?? Or can anyone else?? I love crusade!!!! I love Matt and I love Galen !! they are BOTH HOTTES!!! (there are just to many hottes in SciFi) ….I made the wrost mistake in my life… after I recorded the Crusade episodes I forgot to pull the little plastic tab off the cassette and while I was watching it I pushed the record button and STUPID me I did this on ALL THREE recorded tapes!!! I don’t know how I did this but I did!!! ( I think I was in to much of a state of excitement) So I have bits and pecies of Crusade mixed in with other programs !!! So If any one can tell me when they are playing anywhere in the USA I would really be GREATFUL !! I need to record MY GALEN and MATT!!!! Thanks !! [img]http://www.sadgeezer.com/ubb/smile.gif[/img]
P.S. Catalina I love those quots that you are picking from Crusade!!! I love that when were Galen is talking about the love of his life….Its so sad [img]http://www.sadgeezer.com/ubb/frown.gif[/img] and heart warming at the same time [img]http://www.sadgeezer.com/ubb/smile.gif[/img]!!!
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“to air is human” or is it “the air is human” ?? matt Gideon “Crusade”
“Look for me by the moonlight-
Watch for me by moonlight-
I’ll come to thee by the moonlight,
though Hell should bar the way”
——-The Highwayman
Excerpt from “Exquisite Corpse” by Poppy Brite
“Late in the year,New Orleans still has its hot days. In the slave quaters, Jay and Tran blossomed like the giant stinking carrion-flowers that grow in humid jungles. Their ravaged abdomens swelled and burst like red-petals, a jubliee of rot. Their putrescent fluids pooled on the concrete floor and in the hollows of their disintegrating bodies. …Their faces, c**** and B**** grew into shapeless masses of blackened flesh. Swollen tongues like ball gags forced their jaws wide. Organs tumbled out of their bodies like distended winebags. From their decomposition rose wisps of steam and soft wet sounds of gaseous intimacy….Tran fell out of his binding straps and melted slowly into Jay’s ribcage. A large, faintly iridescent stain ate up the concrete floor around them. Their eyes were black caverns.They gave birth to worms, generation after generation, until their bodies were covered as if in a living blanket. Soon they were picked clean, their bones an ivory sculpture-puzzle shining in the dark, waiting to tell their mute love story.