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
I normally juggle the balls in my life reasonably well. Author, blogger, editor, formatter, artist, friend, CHW poet, poet, game master, cover designer, mom, teacher, housewife, publisher….
These hats all are comfortable. I can deal with the multiple things happening at once. Not Today. this week has been one nightmare after another. Me making mistakes that I normally avoid.
Including missing posts on my blog. And then realizing that I am too stressed to know what to post all week. Fae corps has 4 volumes coming out at once(fae dreams, and 3 volumes of Nightmare Whispers) and one of the volumes is causing Technical difficulties.(Fae Dreams). Said difficulties are because I missed details, so I am being extra hard on myself. I am fighting those gremlins that come from it. However I am dropping balls because of it. I will try to get a couple of things back on track and figure out something to post. So please stay tuned…this may be an unusual week….but bear with me.
I may just post a couple of reviews to get me through the rest of the week….
Lyrics – Alright, alright Alright, alright Alright, alright, it’s a hell of a feeling though It’s a hell of a feeling though Alright, alright, it’s a hell of a feeling though It’s a hell of a feeling though Who are these people? I just woke up in my underwear No liquor left on the shelf I should probably introduce myself You shoulda’ seen what I wore I had a cane and a party hat I was the king of this hologram Where there’s no such thing as getting out of hand Memories tend to just pop up Drunk pre-meds and some rubber gloves Five-thousand people with designer drugs Don’t think I’ll ever get enough (don’t think I’ll ever get enough) Champagne, cocaine, gasoline And most things in between I roam the city in a shopping cart A pack of camels and a smoke alarm This night is heating up Raise hell and turn it up Saying “If you go out you might pass out in a drain pipe” Oh yeah, don’t threaten me with a good time It’s a hell of a feeling though It’s a hell of a feeling though Alright, alright It’s a hell of a feeling though It’s a hell of a feeling though What are these footprints? They don’t look very human like Now I wish that I could find my clothes Bedsheets and a morning rose I wanna wake up Can’t even tell if this is a dream How did we end up in my neighbors pool Upside down with a perfect view? Bar to bar at the speed of sound Fancy feet dancing through this town Lost my mind in a wedding gown Don’t think I’ll ever get it now (Don’t think I’ll ever get it now) Champagne, cocaine, gasoline And most things in between I roam the city in a shopping cart A pack of camels and a smoke alarm This night is heating up Raise hell and turn it up Saying “If you go out you might pass out in a drain pipe“ Oh yeah, don’t threaten me with a good time I’m a scholar and a gentleman And I usually don’t fall when I try to stand I lost a bet to a guy in a Chiffon skirt But I make these high heels work I’ve told you time and time again I’m not as think as you drunk I am And we all fell down when the sun came up I think we’ve had enough Alright, alright, it’s a hell of a feeling though It’s a hell of a feeling though Alright, alright, it’s a hell of a feeling though It’s a hell of a feeling though Champagne, cocaine, gasoline And most things in between I roam the city in a shopping cart A pack of camels and a smoke alarm This night is heating up Raise hell and turn it up Saying “If you go out you might pass out in a drain pipe” Oh yeah, don’t threaten me with a good time
My 2 cents – well I think that I might have shared this before, but I am covered over with work and feel the need for a good time… Lol. The video and song are both fun.
Lyrics – Yo. Sam. Ha, we back bitches Good grip with that hood shit Full flame in front the bull pit Bad bitch don’t take shit Fucked last week been dead since In the muck ducked one time Kill em all with one line From the swamp, bump and grind Ain’t with the game no shuck and jive Ain’t no soft mouth when is gold Can’t hang low where the demons go Cats don’t talk, they plead the fifth One disappearance ain’t nobody see shit (Woo!) On a different plane Take it outside it’s so insane Sam right rip real simple and plain Sam B mother fucker ya’ll in hell (No room in Hell) When the elevators go down And the guest list is closed Ain’t no +1’s allowed And the devil locked his doors (No room in Hell) The nightmares come quick The air is getting thick When the dead start to rise And there’s no place to hide (No room in Hell) When the elevators go down And the guest list is closed Ain’t no +1’s allowed And the devil locked his doors (No room in Hell) The nightmares come quick The air is getting thick When the dead start to rise There’s no place to hide (No room in Hell) Eat a brain while getting brained Conductor on my zombie train All aboard, kill a broad Leave her bloody, choked and stained Won’t play games no slick talk Devil dick like a pitchfork No super suit, no Bat Cave Just shrunken heads and dead stock I’m Mossberg, I’m 2Pac B.I.G. with two Glocks Big L from Hell and back Collecting heads in my napsack Ghost Rider with no chains Spawned life with no cape Demon child like Hunger Games Chase a bitch, no escape (No room in Hell) When the elevators go down And the guest list is closed Ain’t no +1’s allowed And the devil locked his doors (No room in Hell) The nightmares come quick The air is getting thick When the dead start to rise And there’s no place to hide (No room in Hell) When the elevators go down And the guest list is closed Ain’t no +1’s allowed And the devil locked his doors (No room in Hell) The nightmares come quick The air is getting thick When the dead start to rise There’s no place to hide (No room in Hell) First of all I ain’t going to hell Let ’em know we’re going to need a lease I stay hungry I need a feast, I’m like, “Didn’t I tell you don’t feed the beast?” Went and got a little Holy water and then Put it onto my Jesus piece Got her wet like she’s seen the beach And I think your girl’s goin’ to need a priest Say I’m ill when I’m over seas Couldn’t see how that’s not true My jewelry looks like it caught Flu And my neck looking like Achoo Girl you got to be psychic If you think that I’m crazy I would show you my good side But what have you done for me lately? Every day would be heavenly when she Call me up and I stop through Every day I look to the sky and I Thank God that I’m not you (No room in Hell) When the elevators go down And the guest list is closed Ain’t no +1’s allowed And the devil locked his doors (No room in Hell) The nightmares come quick The air is getting thick When the dead start to rise And there’s no place to hide (No room in Hell) When the elevators go down And the guest list is closed Ain’t no +1’s allowed And the devil locked his doors (No room in Hell) The nightmares come quick The air is getting thick When the dead start to rise There’s no place to hide (No room in Hell) (No room in Hell) When the elevators go down And the guest list is closed Ain’t no +1’s allowed And the devil locked his doors (No room in Hell) The nightmares come quick The air is getting thick When the dead start to rise And there’s no place to hide (No room in Hell) When the elevators go down And the guest list is closed Ain’t no +1’s allowed And the devil locked his doors (No room in Hell) The nightmares come quick The air is getting thick When the dead start to rise There’s no place to hide (No room in Hell) Sam B!
My 2 Cents – My head is deep in editing of some really great horror stories for Nightmare Whispers. (and some great poetry and flash fiction for Fae Dreams. ) We have announcements upcoming on the Fae Corps Blog Thursday. So I chose a song to match my theme. This was done for a video game. It was honestly better than the game it was made for. The video has some great cinematic effects. This song makes it into my daily listening most of the time. I am not usually into rap music, with a few exceptions. This is one of the exceptions.
Pattimouse 