Friday, October 31, 2008//7:24 PM

Scream, dream, happy halloween!

Its just like they say, forbidden fruit always tastes best. I'm so gonna dress up as a corpse bride next time, with a rubber axe in my back; my nut job of a husband went cuckoo and cheated on me so I tried to hack him to pieces, but alas! Tragedy just stabs you in the back. Pun intended.

I think its depressing that I am grotesquely misunderstood when I'm being myself. That is so pathetic it really takes the cake.
I don't know how to behave anymore. Whatever it is I be, always misunderstood. Vhat to do, you tell me? I don't know why I still worry about perceptions and relationships. Ah, perhaps cuz IT KEEPS THINGS PEACEFUL.



Scream, its halloween
Already the leaves aren't green
Glee in the air
No malice to spare

Pick your shoes up and run
He ain't liking you hon'
No point staying to analyze
Reckon you'd rather get hypnotized

Step into the forest, see it beckon
Prance and dance around, just like Ellen
Be a tree hugger; but wait, there's more
right at the old trunk there's a huge door

Welcome to a new world full of the unthinkable
Everything could be chaos, or a miracle
Further up are curtains drawn asunder
Lightning flashes, then thunder

Nearby lies a canopy
"Rest in my satin sheets," you hear
Night gown on you crave nothing but eternal slumber
Sleep on forever, year after year