Patricia Harris-
Patricia Harris is a dreamer, crafter, gamer and digital artist who loves creativity in life. A half mad poet, her writing is found all over social media and various other websites. She is a devoted mom who can be found doing a variety of art when she isn’t penning poetry and writing words. She is owner of the indie publishing company Fae Corps publishing. For more from Patricia, check out www.Facebook.com/mouseypoet or pattimouse.blog
And for a reading list of her books go to https://books2read.com/rl/PatriciaHarris
And as Serena Mossgraves -
Serena Mossgraves is a twisted faery with a love of gothic settings and an urge to scare. She’s constantly on the prowl for new ways to twist old stories into dark tales that excite and terrify. If you’re also drawn to nightmares, come visit Serena on Facebook at www.facebook.com/serenitysfall Or check out her reading list at https://books2read.com/rl/serenamossgraves
verse Don’t bother askin′ me to ever give my lady up Was about five years old, takin’ my first puff It was love at first light, fell in love the first night My uncle told me, “Don’t rush, this could be your first crush” Now I′m on the block with all the homies, and it′s a family affair 17 with a dream, blowin’ smoke in the air Servin′ fiends, my routine is where I was that year Avoidin’ ′em fuckin’ pandas in my rearview mirror County blues, wanna lose shit, I′m with all of my peers Lookin’ back, I wouldn’t change shit, oh what a career I used to flip bags with her (yeah), skip class with her (yeah) She′s comfortable as fuck when I′m tryna smash with her She got a lotta fans, and they’re always harassin′ us Ashes to ash to dust, feels like I’m Lazarus I can′t get past the rush, never pass her up Who took this bitch worldwide? Nigga, we’re gassin′ up, now is the
chorus Last dance with Mary Jane, one more time to kill the pain Even before the fame, she was my Novacane You know it ain’t gon’ change, ′cause now I feel summer creepin′ in, and I’m tired of this town again And if the truth remains that it just ain′t the same Without my Lois Lane by my side
verse I’ve seen some things in my life, it feels like ragin′ inside This time I’m changin′ my mind, I’m sayin’ goodbye to the dangerous side Sometimes you gotta roll with it, fightin′ fire is a damn cold finesse Somehow she came in my life Between the white lines and made it alright (well alright) And everything she ever told me, knew it from the get-go, yes I did (yes I did) And if I gotta grab a can of gasoline, strike a match, I′ma burn that bridge It’s so unfair what she did to me, the way she sparked this epiphany I tried to walk away, but I′m stumblin’, whole world crumblin′ Some things never change, but now it’s my
chorus Last dance with Mary Jane (this is my last dance), one more time to kill the pain Even before the fame, she was my Novacane You know it ain′t gon’ change, ’cause now I feel summer creepin′ in (I feel it comin′), and I’m tired of this town again And yet the truth remains that it just ain′t the same without my Lois Lane by my side
outro Mm-mm-mm, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Mm-mm-mm, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Keep movin’ on
My 2 cents –
the video is so trippy. I love the original version but I like this one too.
I am fairly sure I have a sinus infection. I say that because I seem to be doing nothing but sleep for the last week. I am going to be doing the week schedule for the blog…but I’m usually more busy with social media and I don’t want to be missed. I am hoping to get over this quickly.
So I have not touched on this before…And it comes up every so often. I have an aunt who did my maternal family tree all the way back to 500 AD. She did it before the internet was a place.
So I have a fascination with my ancestors.
I only have vague information about both sides (as I was not allowed to see the huge tree. )
I found myself contacted on ancestry by a cousin on my father’s side. She invited me to a Facebook group for a common ancestor who came over to the Americas in 1647. I also have been told that I am an eighth Cherokee on my father’s side.
I know I am a mixing pot of cultures. The families come from all over the place. (well mostly European, lol) But I know that there’s English, German, indigenous, Norse, French, Irish, and a few more I am not sure about.
I have been thinking about doing one of the various DNA tests but I am not sure if it is safe to do it.
Pattimouse 