Okay…I have been thinking of the options for Wednesday.
I have had a few suggestions for what I could do…
And I have a few Ideas…but I am still on the fence because it feels like I am setting myself up for extra work…
I love the idea of doing some of the random things on the blog…but I am overwhelmed by the amount of work that I have as is.
I will keep Wednesday for the random stuff that pops in my brain.
I just don’t guarantee that I will do it every week.
If I do a video Book club discussion on Fae Corps Publishing’s YouTube Channel once a Month would anyone be interested? It is another thing I am being pushed to do that I am not sure if I should.
The current suggestions for Wednesday is to do a discussion on other people’s poetry…or a book club… or go back to the Webcomics… thing….or basically do a journal day(not really sure that is a great idea)…
If I were a tardigrade I’d move out from home Why live in the shrubbery when you could have a throne? Pressure wouldn’t squash me and fire couldn’t burn These are the things that I never will learn These are the things I never will learn… Lai, lai-lai-lai lai lai, lai-lai lai-lai lai lai, lai Lai, lai-lai-lai lai lai, lai-lai lai-lai lai lai I live in the shrubbery, for that’s all I crave (Ah ha) I don’t want these excitements to see me to my grave (Ah ha) I can live life in vacuums for years with no drink (Ah ha) And put up with hardships more than you can think And put up with hardships more than you can think… Lai, lai-lai-lai lai lai, lai-lai lai-lai lai lai, lai Lai, lai-lai-lai lai lai, lai-lai lai-lai lai lai If I shed all my liquid and let myself dry out I’ll shrivel and sleep for some 15-odd years I’d wake up, come water, and get on with living With time in my pocket to pass by the day If I were a tardigrade I’d move out from home (Ah ha) Why live in the shrubbery when you could have a throne? (Ah ha) Pressure wouldn’t squash me and fire couldn’t burn (Ah ha) These are the things that I will never learn These are the things I never will learn… Lai, lai-lai-lai lai lai, lai-lai lai-lai lai lai, lai Lai, lai-lai-lai lai lai, lai-lai lai-lai lai lai Lai, lai-lai-lai lai lai, lai-lai lai-lai lai lai, lai Lai, lai-lai lai-lai, lai-lai lai-lai… For I am a tardigrade (Ah ha) And I’ll stay at home (Ah ha) I’d not trade it for anything (Ah ha) Not a knife, a cup or a throne (Woo ooh, ooh ooh ooh) Well, all I want is my shrubbery (Ah ha) And my little patch of moss (Ah ha) With my whisky in the cabinet (Ah ha) And my feet all clothed in socks And my feet clothed in socks… Lai, lai-lai-lai lai lai, lai-lai lai-lai lai lai, lai Lai, lai-lai-lai lai lai, lai-lai lai-lai lai lai Lai, lai-lai-lai lai lai, lai-lai lai-lai lai lai, lai Lai, lai-lai-lai lai lai, lai-lai lai-lai lai lai
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Maybe May should be just fun songs? A suggestion from my daughter and it is such a fun song.
[Verse 1] If I were a fish and you caught me You’d say, “Look at that fish” Shimmering in the sun Such a rare one Can’t believe that you caught one If I were a fish and you caught me You’d say look at that fish Heaviest in the sea You’d win first prize If you caught me
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This is just such a cute little song. And the trends with it brings a smile.
The voices in my head keep on telling me to pray ‘Cause I’m spinning like a carousel, circling the drain Hit the bottom of the bottle, I don’t wanna feel the pain But that is all I got for now, I don’t wanna talk about it The voices in my head keep on begging me to stay If I pull the trigger now then the demons go away And I know my time is coming so there ain’t no time to waste So that is all I got for now, I don’t wanna talk about it The voices in my head keep telling me to choose a side It’s heaven or hell like it’s do or die I’m a sad boy, you know better Please don’t make this last forever The voices in my head keep telling me I’m not okay It’s feeling like a hurricane in my brain Dark clouds, hard times, bad weather Please don’t make this last forever The voices in my head keep telling me I’m gonna (die) And I don’t wanna talk about the drama, I’m trauma (tized) They’re tellin’ me I’m fine but we both know that’s a fuckin’ (lie) I’m losing my mind but I don’t wanna talk about it The voices in my head keep giving me the worst advice Kamikaze crash like a suicide I’m a lost boy, you know better Please don’t make this last forever The voices in my head keep telling me I’m insane And maybe I’m a little bit, that won’t change Dark clouds, hard times, bad weather Please don’t make this last forever The voices in my head keep telling me I’m gonna (die) And I don’t wanna talk about the drama, I’m trauma (tized) They’re tellin’ me I’m fine but we both know that’s a fuckin’ (lie) I’m losing my mind but I don’t wanna talk about The voices in my head keep telling me I’m cursed I’m paranoid, I don’t wanna make it any worse We’re all gonna die but first things first I’m a take the world with me when they put me in the dirt The voices in my head keep telling me I’m cursed I’m paranoid, I don’t wanna make it any worse We’re all gonna die but first things first I’m a take the world with me when they put me in the dirt Move (Move) Voices in my head keep telling me I’m cursed I’m paranoid, I don’t wanna make it any worse We’re all gonna die, first things first I’m a take the world with me when they put me in the dirt The voices in my head keep telling me I’m gonna (die) And I don’t wanna talk about the drama, I’m trauma (tized) They’re tellin’ me I’m fine but we both know that’s a fuckin’ (lie) I’m losing my mind but I don’t wanna talk about it The voices in my head keep on telling me to pray ‘Cause I’m spinning like a carousel, circling the drain Hit the bottom of the bottle, I don’t wanna feel the pain I’m losing my mind but I don’t wanna talk about it
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So close…April has been a wild ride Y’all. I feel like being this busy is enough to drive anyone insane.
My lover’s got humor She’s the giggle at a funeral Knows everybody’s disapproval I should’ve worshiped her sooner If the Heavens ever did speak She’s the last true mouthpiece Every Sunday’s getting more bleak A fresh poison each week “We were born sick”, you heard them say it My church offers no absolutes She tells me, “Worship in the bedroom” The only Heaven I’ll be sent to Is when I’m alone with you I was born sick, but I love it Command me to be well A-, Amen, Amen, Amen Take me to church I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies I’ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife Offer me that deathless death Good God, let me give you my life Take me to church I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies I’ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife Offer me that deathless death Good God, let me give you my life If I’m a pagan of the good times My lover’s the sunlight To keep the Goddess on my side She demands a sacrifice Drain the whole sea Get something shiny Something meaty for the main course That’s a fine looking high horse What you got in the stable? We’ve a lot of starving faithful That looks tasty That looks plenty This is hungry work Take me to church I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies I’ll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife Offer me my deathless death Good God, let me give you my life Take me to church I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies I’ll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife Offer me my deathless death Good God, let me give you my life No masters or kings when the ritual begins There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene Only then I am human Only then I am clean Oh, oh, Amen, Amen, Amen Take me to church I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies I’ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife Offer me that deathless death Good God, let me give you my life Take me to church I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies I’ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife Offer me that deathless death Good God, let me give you my life
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I have always made my view of religion clear. I am pagan. I maybe did not tell the story of what got me to that point though. I started out Baptist.. I have read the Bible. I actually attended a catholic Mass. I have read the Quran. I am pagan because it feels the least like a lie to me. But what started me questioning? The deacons at the First Baptist Church of LaPlata Maryland told me I was a bad influence on the children there and told me I was not welcome to attend church anymore. I was 14, Pregnant, and they had not the first clue what my situation was. They did not ask. They did not care. This was In 1989. I was a scandal. And They were not good Christians.
Welcome to where time stands still No one leaves and no one will Moon is full, never seems to change Just labelled mentally deranged Dream the same thing every night I see our freedom in my sight No locked doors, no windows barred No things to make my brain seem scarred Sleep my friend, and you will see The dream is my reality They keep me locked up in this cage Can’t they see it’s why my brain says rage? Sanitarium Leave me be Sanitarium Just leave me alone Build my fear of what’s out there Cannot breathe the open air Whisper things into my brain Assuring me that I’m insane They think our heads are in their hands But violent use brings violent plans Keep him tied, it makes him well He’s getting better, can’t you tell? No more can they keep us in Listen, damn it, we will win They see it right, they see it well But they think this saves us from our hell Sanitarium Leave me be Sanitarium Just leave me alone Sanitarium (Just leave me alone) Fear of living on Natives getting restless now Mutiny in the air Got some death to do Mirror stares back hard Kill, it’s such a friendly word Seems the only way For reaching out again
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Feeling a little extra crazy these days, so I felt like a visit to the sanitarium was appropriate. an old favorite, and one that helps to calm the demons when they get a little too restless.
[Verse 1] Why are you hangin’ on So tight To the rope that I’m hangin’ from Off this island? This was an escape plan (This was an escape plan) Carefully timed it So let me go And dive into the waves below [Pre-Chorus] Who tends the orchards? Who fixes up the gables? Emotional torture From the head of your high table Who fetches the water From the rocky mountain spring? And walk back down again To feel your words and their sharp sting? And I’m gettin’ fuckin’ tired
[Chorus] The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is crackin’ If our love ends, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour
[Post-Chorus] (You make me do too much labour)
[Verse 2] Apologies from my tongue Never yours Busy lapping from a flowing cup And stabbing with your fork I know you’re a smart man (I know you’re a smart man) And weaponise The false incompetence It’s dominance under guise
[Pre-Chorus] If we had a daughter I’d watch and could not save her The emotional torture From the head of your high table She’d do what you taught her She’d meet the same cruel fate So now I’ve gotta run So I can undo this mistake At least I’ve gotta try
[Chorus] The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is crackin’ If our love ends, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour
[Bridge] All day, every day: Therapist, mother, maid Nymph, then a virgin nurse, and a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger Twenty-four-seven baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It’s not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day: Therapist, mother, maid Nymph, then a virgin, nurse, and a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger Twenty-four-seven baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It’s not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour [Chorus] The capillaries in my eyes are bursting (All day, every day: Therapist, mother, maid) If our love died, would that be the worst thing? (Nymph, then a virgin, nurse, and a servant) For somebody I thought was my saviour (Just an appendage, live to attend him) You sure make me do a whole lot of labour (So that he never lifts a finger) The callous skin on my hands is crackin’ (Twenty-four-seven baby machine) If our love ends, would that be a bad thing? (So he can live out his picket fence dreams) And the silence haunts our bed chamber (It’s not an act of love if you make her) You make me do too much labour
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this song was very cleverly marketed. it brings out a lot of feminine rage. There is not a woman alive who doesn’t understand at least one line of this song. I actually was awaiting the release date…and I have not done that in years. It is well written. The part that they released to tease with was perfect.
In mother earth’s garden, a flower was growing Her blossoms as red as the love in her soul But along came a Daisy with a heart of fool’s gold And petals as white as a lie could be told
The Daisy was parched, he begged her for drink He wept and he groveled right there at her feet The flower obliged with a soft-hearted grin She bent her own stem to give nectar to him
If only she noticed how deeply he drank The Daisy grew taller while she only sank He spread out his leaves and he beckoned the shade A cover so thick no light could penetrate
She pleaded with him, he ignored all her cries He stood like a tower his head held so high The flower was stunned, she was spurned and betrayed Alone in the darkness, she flew in a rage
She hardened her skin and grew out her thorns So no other Daisy could hurt her anymore But she kept her blush red to this very day So she’d never forget all the love she misplaced
So the next time you see Daisies in bloom Don’t stop for a gander just keep walking through (keep walking through) And the next time you see a Rose of red stain Just know that her beauty was not without pain
Watch the torch set aflame Watch it burn, watch it fade Watch the armies gather suit Someone’s gotta win and lose They say my heart is almost black Well baby, who’s to blame for that? (Ah, ah, ah) Who’s to blame for-
Count your blessings, count your minutes Played my game, hell, now you’re in it Bittersweet, my renegade And I’m anything but tame Grab your sword, you might just need it ‘Cause I’m not afraid of cheatin’ Oh, I hate to tell you this way But villains aren’t born Darlin’, they’re made
Scream my name when they run Honestly, it’s kinda fun Scream it louder when they fall I’m never satisfied at all They take, they take until you give You taught me well, now watch me win Now watch me win
Count your blessings, count your minutes Played my game, hell, now you’re in it Bittersweet, my renegade And I’m anything but tame Grab your sword, you might just need it ‘Cause I’m not afraid of cheatin’ Oh, I hate to tell you this way
I aim before I kill Live only for the thrill It’s bad, I know, but still There’s nothing left to lose Don’t tell me it’s not fair Believe me, I’ve been there I’d much rather be alone If I’m sitting on a- Sitting on a- Sitting on a throne
Count your blessings, count your minutes (oh) Played my game, hell, now you’re in it (oh) Bittersweet, my renegade And I’m anything but tame Grab your sword, you might just need it ‘Cause I’m not afraid of cheatin’ Oh, I hate to tell you this way Villains aren’t born Darlin’, we’re made
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So, I survived the birthday. And on midnight of my birthday this song came across my fyp on TikTok. It got me wondering. A villain era does not have to be me doing anything bad… Ursula is considered a Villain…all that she does is expect Ariel to follow a contract. Maybe I should have a villain era. Self care will seem villainous to all of the people who expect me to be at their beck and call…
I hate the world today You’re so good to me I know but I can’t change Tried to tell you But you look at me like maybe I’m an angel underneath Innocent and sweet
Yesterday I cried You must have been relieved To see the softer side I can understand how you’d be so confused I don’t envy you I’m a little bit of everything All rolled into one
I’m a bitch I’m a lover I’m a child I’m a mother I’m a sinner I’m a saint And I do not feel ashamed I’m your hell I’m your dream I’m nothing in between You know you wouldn’t want it any other way
So take me as I am This may mean you’ll have to be a stronger man Rest assured that when I start to make you nervous And I’m going to extremes Tomorrow I will change And today won’t mean a thing
I’m a bitch I’m a lover I’m a child I’m a mother I’m a sinner I’m a saint And I do not feel ashamed I’m your hell I’m your dream I’m nothing in between You know you wouldn’t want it any other way
Just when you think you’ve got me figured out The season’s already changin’ I think it’s cool you do what you do And don’t try to save me
I’m a bitch I’m a lover I’m a child I’m a mother I’m a sinner I’m a saint And I do not feel ashamed I’m your hell I’m your dream I’m nothing in between You know you wouldn’t want it any other way
I’m a bitch I’m a tease I’m a goddess on my knees When you hurt When you suffer I’m your angel undercover I’ve been numb I’m revived Can’t say I’m not alive You know I wouldn’t want it any other way
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I am struggling with a migraine. It is a day before my 48th birthday. I want to be brave enough to have this kind of ballsy attitude…but most of the time…
Wednesday will likely not be a thing this week… I will try.
Pattimouse 