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."

"Death is When..." by AJ Smith

Death is when my loved ones must depart
Death is a sharp pain in my heart
Death is this feeling of permanent sadness and pain
Death is when my loved ones have gone away
Death is the call to heaven or hell
Death is an eternal mansion or cell
Death is the lesson i need to learn about
Death is a loss, without a doubt
Death is this unhappy feeling i have
Death is pleasant on my behalf
Death is the day i end my life
Death is when i give up the fight
Death is happiness to the world around me
Death started when i gained my life
Death can be helped along with this knife
Death is where i shall go
Death is close, i kno
Death willl come fast
Death is vast
Death is what i see
Death lives inside of me
Death is joy to me
Death has come for me
Death is gonna take me
Death will stop my misery
Death loves my company
Death ends the pain
Death takes me on that train
Death is near
Death is finally here

"Death Rattle" by Pantera

Numbing rumble, countless medicine,
Depleted from years of abuse
Death rattle shaking
And there’s no faking, undertaking

Pressure point, rigor mortis
Induce, grasp of poison hands
Death rattle shaking
From years of compulsive mistaking

Death rattle shakes (x2)

Disease of eyes, the addict blindfold, reduced to
The realms of death
Death rattle shaking
Accumulating life it’s taking

Death rattle shakes (x4)

(mid)
I’ve seen the end, and there is no light.
Like deadly snakes, death rattle shakes

(solo)

Death rattle shakes (x4)

"I'm Not Crazy" by Matchbox 20

All day staring at the ceiling
Making friends with shadows on my wall
All night hearing voices telling me that
I should get some sleep
Because tomorrow might be good
For something
Hold on feeling like I'm heading for a
Break down and I dunno why

I'm not crazy
I'm just a little unwell
I know right now you can't tell
But stay awhile and maybe then You'll see
A different side of me
I'm not crazy
I'm just a little impaired
I know right now you don't care
But soon enough you're gonna think of me

And how I used to be
Talking to myself in public
And dodgin' glances on the train
And I know I know that they've all been talking about me
I can hear their whisper
And it makes me feel that there must be something wrong with me
After all the hours thinking somehow I've lost my mind

I'm not crazy
I'm just a little unwell
I know right now you can't tell
But stay awhile and maybe then you'll see
A different side of me
I'm not crazy
I'm just a little impaired
I know right now you don't care
But soon enough you're gonna think of me
And how I used to be

I've been talking in my sleep
Soon they'll come to get me
And they're taking me away
I'm not crazy
I'm just a little unwell
I know right now you can't tell
But stay awhile and maybe then you'll see
A different side of me
I'm not crazy
I'm just a little impaired I know
Right now you don't care
But soon enough you're gonna think of me
And how I used to be
And how I used to be
How I used to be
I'm just a little lonely
How I used to be
How I used to be
I'm just a little unwell

"the mesh of a contusion"

i.


the heat of your hormones beats through well-worn trails, tigers
push through weak bivouacs. an opportunity to catch a dragonfly

arises, drawn irresistibly like a kite pulled to its grounding. natural
as an outbreak of brushfire, you caress her white skin feeling as if

your world had never ended the first time. tendrils turning towards
her sun, burning as if molten gold filled your cavity, you yearn to

drench your incandescent center in her timeless tides. your mind's
eye erases our sketches, the dandelion seed is supplanted. you are

engulfed as if rising through loaves of bread, only to crash into a
detailed picture of pale sunrise hair, near an aquiline face. her

eyes are like the skies in heaven, but her laugh will be
sharp hoes, cutting rows in your gentle landscape.



ii.


this spider's gossamer unspins, an orbit corrupts. a starling
falters and plummets towards earth, the wide ocean. sight

fades gray like a cat's paw, creation's air rushes out of this compressed
chamber. ground crumbles into spineless fossils, time holds still like a

lingering reflection of late sun on steel green buildings. morphine
can hardly quell the phantom limb, pictures curl, ochred on carpet

in abandon. a swan lake dancer became disabled from your steps that
nightfall. cinderella was only a poor girl after all. my mind's

engravings rotate in a museum's halls, lying in bed, waiting to die
takes longer than all afternoon. there was a vacuum waiting to be

unsealed, tomblike. dust of the ages will rise and spell
the same story, written in more than three languages.



--jennifer crystal chien

Movie Review of "Coraline"

"While Selick's production is not by any stretch graphic or gory, the use of odd and irregular shapes, proportions, and movement creates a dark symphony of macabre images that horrify the psyche and chill the blood all the same."

- Jordan Hiller of bangitout.com

Movie Review of "9"

"In movies, our technology is so often the ruin of us. We got that message from Stanley Kubrick way back when, and we get it now. But couldn't filmmakers let something else ruin us for a change? Even the apocalypse needs variety."

- Mary F. Pols of Time Magazine

An Excerpt from "The Black Cat" by Edgar Allen Poe

On the night of the day on which this cruel deed was done, I was aroused from sleep by the cry of fire. The curtains of my bed were in flames. The whole house was blazing. It was with great difficulty that my wife, a servant, and myself, made our escape from the conflagration. The destruction was complete. My entire worldly wealth was swallowed up, and I resigned myself thenceforward to despair.

I am above the weakness of seeking to establish a sequence of cause and effect, between the disaster and the atrocity. But I am detailing a chain of facts -- and wish not to leave even a possible link imperfect. On the day succeeding the fire, I visited the ruins. The walls, with one exception, had fallen in. This exception was found in a compartment wall, not very thick, which stood about the middle of the house, and against which had rested the head of my bed. The plastering had here, in great measure, resisted the action of the fire -- a fact which I attributed to its having been recently spread. About this wall a dense crowd were collected, and many persons seemed to be examining a particular portion of it with very minute and eager attention. The words "strange!" "singular!" and other similar expressions, excited my curiosity. I approached and saw, as if graven in bas relief upon the white surface, the figure of a gigantic cat. The impression was given with an accuracy truly marvellous. There was a rope about the animal's neck.

The Jabberwocky

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.


"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
He chortled in his joy.


`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

Love you to death by Alephunky
http://kitkitattack.deviantart.com/#/d3f0mn6

The icey chill of death has touched me
No, tis my hand on your own
At any rate, this blood is warm
I believe our fate has been stolen

Stolen? Our lives are not for the taking!
And yet our lives have been taken
Lay without worry-
To be idle without worry is childish

Say not so! We'll live onward, I swear...
This death is beginning to grow
Pure death will send us into a new hope!
I am stiff to the bone

I'm telling you, child, we shall remain strong!
Unless we die under a stifling sun
Reincarnated we'll be born again, our family will live-
The idea of rebirth is a lie!

Let us not quarrel in our final hour
Indeed, I must say, we're beginning to fuss
I love you, to love you, I must
Yes, and your love comes off strong