THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA IS HERE you are sunlight and I moon DO YOU HEAR THE PEOPLE SING once upon a december FIYEEEEEERO come with me and you'll be in a world of pure imagination I AM NOT THROWING AWAY MY SHOT it's the circle of life I CAN'T FIND USNAVI!
What the hell is this. Jean Valjean is swole. Jean Valjean hauled a grown-ass man through the sewers of Paris. He lifted a fucking boat mast out of the sea. Javert took one look at “Monsieur Madeline’s” ripped-ass physique and KNEW it’s gotta be Jean pulling up that ton of cart. Jean Valjean scaled a wall like goddamn spider-man. Bitch jumped off a ship and swam underwater for so long that everyone thought he drowned. And THEN he swam all the way to safety.
Jean Valjean doesn’t need to “get jacked”, he’s been jacked this entire goddamn time!
*classmate gets in trouble for talking when I was also talking*
who am I? Can I condemn this man to slavery pretend I do not feel his agony this innocent who bears my face who goes to judgment in my place. Who am I? Can I conceal myself forevermore pretend I'm not the man I was before and must my name until I die be no more than an alibi. Must I lie? How can I ever face my fellow men? How can I ever face myself again?
They only exist on condition that they are backed up with another man; their name is a sequel, and is only written preceded by the conjunction and; and their existence is not their own; it is the other side of an existence which is not theirs.