Too Scene For Television

In this passive state/Where all my fears will congregate/I can't see and I can't feel/What am I supposed to do?

In this little box/Secured with promises and locks/I can't see and I can't feel/Anything but you

Suffocating in this lightless abyss/Recreating, such unsureness/It's darkness blurred in the twilight of the flame/I will never feel the same/It's a legacy of ill fame

Crawling down/To the outskirts of town/And no questions are asked/You're just avoided/Like the plague/Falling down/The rains beating on the ground/Like the talk of the town/But no one can hear a sound

Suffocating in this lightless abyss/Recreating, such unsureness/It's darkness blurred in the twilight of the flame/I will never feel the same/It's a legacy of ill fame

But then/The clouds all part/I'm safe and sound/Feet on the ground/I look around/Anf what do I see?

Nothing but me/Without you/Nothing but me/Without you/ Nothing but me/ Without

Suffocating in this/ Lightless abyss/ Recreating such/Emptiness/It's the darkness blurred/Against the twilight of the flame/I will never feel the same

It's my legacy of ill fame.

Wow, there's a post that lived up to it's name. The really sad thing is that this drama was caused by something reasonably common.

I was just lying there, half asleep, in my cousins bed, because our power was out and my uncle said we could stay at his house while he and my aunt and cousins were away. Anyways, my mom comes in and she sees the light that I have something on my head. Lice.

So, we get the heck out there, making sure anything I had my head on is quarantined. Afterwords, we go home and end up going to the store to get some lice shampoo or whatever, as we come back we saw these two trucks from the township and we were thinking, Oh, great, we will be able to have light tonight! Alas, the sad truth was, the water maine had broken. So hear we are, unsure if we would even be able to take showers, we found we couldn't do the shampoo because you need to rinse it out after ten minutes, or else it will sting like heck.

When they finally left, it was too dark to do it, so, we tried the old mayo treatment. Apparently you mix a little of it in your hair, let it sit for an hour or so, and then rinse it out. The rinsing out was where I got the idea for the above song. I am standing in the shower, not able to see because of the steam, the fact that I am not wearing my glasses, and because the room's only light comes from candles. Plus, the drain has been plugged (long story) so the water is rising. And there I am, blind, feeling like bugs are crawling on my hair*, full of fear that one of the candles will knock over and set the room on fire, ect. And I was coughing up so much that if my fits and vision weren't impaired enough already, I was now fit for an asylum. So anyways, that is my sad tale. We finally got back our power, I am going to have my hair treated properly, and life will be a little less melodramatic.

*Okay, there's this one lifetime movie about not doing LSD, and in it there's this girl who does it, and she freaks out and thinks there are cockroaches crawling all over her, and so she goes into a closet and claws off her own skin. I felt a lot like that girl.

Just a Little Something From Wikipedia...

Ye Ladies of Drury, now weep

Your voices in howling now raise

For Old Mother Neeham's laid deep

And bitter will be all your Days.

She who drest you in Sattins so fine

Who trained you up for the Game

Who Bail, on occasion would find

And keep you from Dolly and Shame

Now is laid in her Grave

Killer of the Week Club

Today's Fine Specimen of Insanity-

Richard Trenton Chase, born May 23, 1950 was an American serial killer from Santa Clara County, California. He was often called "The Vampire of Sacramento" because he drank his victims blood and then ate their remains. He did this as part of a delusion that he needed to prevent Nazis from turning his blood into powder via poison they had planted beneath his soap dish. Chase had 6 known victims, and murdered and drank the blood of multiple animals. After he was arrested he died in prison, committing suicide via antidepressant over dose.

Chase suffered from many mental illnesses, including hypochondria, schizophrenia, paranoia, and the MacDonald Triad.

Green Crayon Syndrome

She's beautiful/And I know what you're thinking/How typical/But trust me honey it's not/She smiles at me/Cuz she knows i'll never be/Able to /Live like this/All alone

Because/My apartments getting colder/All the kids are getting older/The sun is setting/ANd my life's walking away/I'm waking up from my favorite dreams/Falling apart, ripping at the seams/It's not fair/That it's ending this way

It makes/Me smile in the dark/Tastes just like/Summer in the park/Oh Sunshine, tell me that it's just a bad day/I wish we could go back/To the days before pitch black/Night, took us all away/Took it all away

Because/My apartments getting colder/All the kids are getting older/The sun is setting/And my life's walking away/I'm waking up from my favorite dreams/falling apart, ripping at the seams/It's not far/That it's ending this way

They may tell us/It's lies/Except the moonshine/I say its a sign/We'd better be on our toes/Cuz we all now how this/Goes/Yeah we all know how this/Goes/Yeah we all know it goes

My apartments getting colder/Some reputations are going to smolder/The sun is setting/And my doubt is walking away/I'm waking up from my favorite dreams/True happiness isn't as far as it seems/It's not fair/But it's gotta end this way/Yeah i's gotta end this way

So today it was cold. but no snow. i met people in my family for the first time at a reunion, and i realized there is nobody in my family that is actually my age. oh well, i'll just adopt a sweet twin brother who can be my best male friend. yeah, we'll be like super spies, and he'll take down all my enemies. god, this is what happens when i drink over 4 quarts of soda in an hour.