Blog Theme

The theme of this blog is "Scelestus" which stands for "Wicked" in Latin


Basically, my theme contains elements from the following categories:




Macabre



Surrealism



Gothica



Depression



Insanity/Altered Reality



Friday, May 13, 2011

Nursery Rhymes from Mother Goose

A Cat Came Fiddling Out of a Barn

A cat came fiddling out of a barn,
With a pair of bagpipes under her arm.
She could sing nothing but fiddle dee dee,
The mouse has married the bumblebee.
Pipe, cat; dance, mouse;
We'll have a wedding at our good house.




Three Blind Mice

Three blind mice,
See how they run!
They all ran after a farmer's wife,
Who cut off their tails with a carving knife.
Did you ever see such a sight in your life,
As three blind mice?



All Around the Mulberry Bush

All around the mulberry bush
The monkey chased the weasel.
The monkey thought 'twas all in fun.
Pop! goes the weasel.

A penny for a spool of thread,
A penny for a needle.
That's the way the money goes.
Pop! goes the weasel.

Up and down the City Road,
In and out of the Eagle,
That's the way the money goes.
Pop! goes the weasel.

Half a pound of tuppenney rice,
Half a pound of treacle,
Mix it up and make it nice,
Pop! goes the weasel.

Riddles

You answer me while I never ask you a question. What am I?

[A telephone]

If you have it, you want to share it. If you share it, you don't have it. What is it?

[A secret]

What kind of coat can be put on only when wet?

[a coat of paint]

Big as a biscuit, deep as a cup, Even a river can't fill it up. What is it?

[a kitchen strainer]

What question can you never answer "yes" to?

["Are you asleep?"]

Various Quotes that Relate to Scelestus

"Here's the good news. If I realize that I'm insane, then I'm okay with it. I'm not dangerous insane."

- Charlie Sheen



"When everything feels like the movies, yeah you bleed just to know you're alive."

- Johnny Rzeznik, Goo Goo Dolls



"I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity"

- Edgar Allan Poe



"Not all those who wander are lost."

- J.R.R. Tolkien



"The only antidote to mental suffering is physical pain."

- Karl Marx



"Evil draws men together."

- Aristotle




"From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity."

- Edvard Munch



"Thou art to me a delicious torment."

- Ralph Waldo Emerson

"I Felt a Funeral in My Brain" by Emily Dickinson

I felt a funeral in my brain,
And mourners, to and fro,
Kept treading, treading, till it seemed
That sense was breaking through.

And when they all were seated,
A service like a drum
Kept beating, beating, till I thought
My mind was going numb.

And then I heard them lift a box,
And creak across my soul
With those same boots of lead, again.
Then space began to toll

As all the heavens were a bell,
And Being but an ear,
And I and silence some strange race,
Wrecked, solitary, here.

"A Ballade of Suicide" by GK Chesterton

G.K. Chesterton

The gallows in my garden, people say,
Is new and neat and adequately tall;
I tie the noose on in a knowing way
As one that knots his necktie for a ball;
But just as all the neighbours on the wall
Are drawing a long breath to shout "Hurray!"
The strangest whim has seized me. . . After all
I think I will not hang myself to-day.

To-morrow is the time I get my pay
My uncle's sword is hanging in the hall
I see a little cloud all pink and grey
Perhaps the rector's mother will NOT call
I fancy that I heard from Mr. Gall
That mushrooms could be cooked another way
I never read the works of Juvenal
I think I will not hang myself to-day.

The world will have another washing-day;
The decadents decay; the pedants pall;
And H.G. Wells has found that children play,
And Bernard Shaw discovered that they squall;
Rationalists are growing rational
And through thick woods one finds a stream astray,
So secret that the very sky seems small
I think I will not hang myself to-day.


ENVOI

Prince, I can hear the trumpet of Germinal,
The tumbrils toiling up the terrible way;
Even to-day your royal head may fall
I think I will not hang myself to-day.

Article on "Mad Hatter Syndrome"

The term "mad as a hatter" will forever be linked to the madcap milliner in Lewis Carroll's classic children's book, Alice in Wonderland. But few actually know that the true origin of the saying relates to a disease peculiar to the hat making industry in the 1800s. A mercury solution was commonly used during the process of turning fur into felt, which caused the hatters to breathe in the fumes of this highly toxic metal, a situation exacerbated by the poor ventilation in most of the workshops. This led in turn to an accumulation of mercury in the workers' bodies, resulting in symptoms such as trembling (known as "hatters' shakes"), loss of coordination, slurred speech, loosening of teeth, memory loss, depression, irritability and anxiety -- "The Mad Hatter Syndrome." The phrase is still used today to describe the effects of mercury poisoning, albeit from other sources.
These days, we are infinitely more aware of the deadly toxicity of mercury exposure, yet mercury remains more common than one might think. Mercury can be found in our cars, homes, food, medicine cabinets -- even in our mouths. The biggest challenge with diagnosing heavy metal toxicity is its indolent, slow, smoldering effect that never lets the affected know that mercury is the root of the problem. Exposure to mercury begins in the womb, where the mother transfers mercury to the fetus through the placenta. Once the fetus is out of the uterus, there are many ways for mercury levels to begin to accumulate. Common items that mercury can be found in include:


Pesticides
Paint pigments and solvents
Fertilizers
Cinnabar (used in jewelry)
Amalgam (silver fillings)
Laxatives
Drinking water(tap and well)
Cosmetics (mascara)
Auto exhaust Floor waxes and polishes
Felt Wood preservatives
Plumbing (piping)
Adhesives
Bleached flour
Batteries
Processed foods
Air conditioner filters
Fabric Softeners
Fish
Calomel (talc, body powder)

http://www.naturalnews.com/016544.html

An Excerpt from "The Fall of the House of Usher" by Edgar Allen Poe

To an anomalous species of terror I found him a bounden slave. "I shall perish," said he, "I must perish in this deplorable folly. Thus, thus, and not otherwise, shall I be lost. I dread the events of the future, not in themselves, but in their results. I shudder at the thought of any, even the most trivial, incident, which may operate upon this intolerable agitation of soul. I have, indeed, no abhorrence of danger, except in its absolute effect - in terror. In this unnerved - in this pitiable condition - I feel that the period will sooner or later arrive when I must abandon life and reason together, in some struggle with the grim phantasm, FEAR."