Gabrielle Aww Hell

Gabrielle........wow.Candra But......I should say why she is so wow. She's so.....wow. Gorgeous. Talented, hillarious, deep, sexy, amazing, wow.

She makes me think of amazons, deep wells of unicorn water, fields of black daisies and elephants laughing on main street. She's the tall goddess of the crazy cheers, a wonderful person to hug, to talk with, a just plain WONDERFUL person. Except there isn't anything plain about her at all, but intricate and beautiful...-Mel

I would jump at the chance to go to Canada just to hang out with Gabrielle some more. She gave me a most-delicious sounding hot chocolate recipe that I have yet to try, and I love people who give me recipes for things as tasty as hot chocolate. I love the way that she just makes you feel *alive* in a very whimsical way when you are around her... -eira

she is like the blood flowing from my wrists, torn and clotting. and i feel her ripping my gray black soul apart, spirting bile and velvety golden silk. she is like a guitar, and i am like a slide. y'know, like, rubbing up against her? - Cory.

she sure can play the shaker in her mouth. - Bill Beau.

• Lordy, lordy. Was that really a Bill? Or is Cory just playing wit' our poor psyces? Oh, NO! A Bill knows about wiki! A Bill is writing on wiki! Two corners of my world collide! Reality is not as it seems! Help! Help! -Samantha

What's black and goes "tap, tap, tap"? A baby in a microwave. Thank you for that one, Gabi dahlin, it's my new favorite joke. And people think I'm royally repulsive when I repeat it. Nevertheless...I never told you what a fantastically great shaped head you have! No joke, I have been meaning to say it for quite some time. You were, without a doubt, the coolest person at camp...I loved just being around your aura. Very saucy, too, and a good collaborator (our song is a hit! did you hear?). I only wish I'd made Gabrielle my sole confidant throughout camp - she always had the best responses and she made me laugh my ass off. Mad poet love...("rape me now!") Maggie

Gabrielle has mad mock teen angst poetry performing skillz. (hee hee). It was fantasmic meeting her at camp, she's such a spiffy person to talk to. I love the way she makes nonsense make sense! (did that make sense?) And she's gorgeous! indeed. ~love ya gabrielle~ jessica

Poems dedicated to Gabrielle

Poem for Gabrielle's Name ("Gabrielle"), by Charlie

 Gabrielle, you make me want to 
 yell. 
 I'd ring it loudly if I had 
 a bell 
 But I don't, so i'll just say 
 Gabrielle. 
 Here goes: 
 "Gabrielle". 

Face in the Mirror, by Charlie

 who are you
 whom i see
 every day
 in the mirror
 when i go to pee
 like a reflection
 looking back at me
 from some flipped
 universe where
 right is left and
 left is right
 and up is down
 only not really
 cuz that's not how
 mirrors work
 cuz of physics
 or maybe optics
 or some other ics
 like plastics
 or toothpicks
 or pricks
 or candlesticks
 or something
 but anyway
 there you stare
 in the mirror
 at me like a pea
 on a plate
 for you to eat
 like a beet
 you are so mysterious
 like something
 with doomed fate
 that i can never
 ever in a million years
 know or see
 (metaphorically)
 even after several beers
 and your touch
 your touch is so
 cold, so cold
 like the Dutch
 their touch is cold
 cuz they live in
 Northern Europe
 but your touch is cold
 cuz you hate me

Oh My Lord. Char*Lie: I am filled with such a gushing joy at the moment I dare not try to describe it.

 It's kind of like those 
 candysnacks 
 that were really popular 
 a few years back. 
 They were coloured jellies 
 with gushy juice in the middle. 
 I feel like the turquoise kind 
 'cause they were my favorite. 
 And when you suck on them 
 and then bite down a bit, 
 your mouth is filled 
 with juicy goo. 
 That is how I feel. 

Much Dutch Love, ~gabrielle

you nasty thing, you! the moonlight shimmers off of thee scarved and smoking figure, sexing up the midnight eugene air. immeadiately i was fond of gabrielle, with her elegance and timely crudeness. she represents to me all that is sexy and riské, and undoubtedly i would've enjoyed myself much more at camp had i spent more time with Le Gabrielle. she scrawled her entire name for me (with all it's middles and sides and hyphens) on something hanging on the wall in one of the bathrooms; part of it was French, but it was too long for me to remember. alas, if i had remembered it, perhaps i would have succeeded in tattooing it across my chest the other night during my drunken stupor... but i guess things happen for a reason. oh well, "I HEART YOUR MOM" will have to do until i can afford laser removal. i love you (and your mom) ~naomi