❦ I think it starts with an S. . . Or maybe a 4.
No, green. GREENAnna. But the GREEN part is silent.
And her middle name is Bob. . .
Pronounced ‘Cecily’”
Catch that?
I am . . .
. . . 2O years old.
. . . reserved, not shy.
I doodle on myself.
I'll even use permanent marker.
I want to get a tattoo.
I need to get a tattoo.
It's gonna be alien-y.
Because I like aliens.
. . . socially retarded.
I don't like people who complain.
Unless I like that person.
I don't set my goals high.
And then I reach them.
Surprise, surprise?
. . . not a liar.
I just tell it better than it is.
I'll die alone.
But that's how I'd like to die.
I always wear my i-pod so I can avoid social interaction.
I know I'm pathetic but it's worked thus far.
. . . a pretty calm person and I don't talk very much.
Maybe it's because I'm mentally slow.
Maybe it's because I'm judging you.
Sometimes I wish I were a boy.
But if I were a boy I'd be gay.
The only thing I'm scared of is the dark..and being buried alive.
. . . a hard core procrastinator.
I love to criticize.
I wish I could say that I own a helicopter.
But I can't.
. . . hardly participating in what we call reality.
❦ I create my own fictional universes, where I bring perfect characters to life.
People frequently disgust me, due to the ways in which they think and act.
I appreciate reason and insight. My true form is pure and idealistic.
If I were another animal, I imagine I'd be a moth; a bombyx mori.
Call me pathetic, call me what you will [ just please don’t leave my side ]. I speak in lyrics and I think in rhymes [ . . . sometimes ]. I’m not really cool. On the contrary; I’m a total dork. That’s okay with me. I don’t really worry too much about what people think of me. Shit happens, people change, and so will their opinions of me. I’m selfish and bossy but I can admit and see my faults. And I suppose that’s more than a lot of other people can do. I act egotistical, but I’m truly not. In fact, I look somewhat down on myself. I’m working on that, though. I’m pretty positive that I’m growing up too fast. 2O, going on 5O – I swear. I miss being a kid, and I miss being a teenager. I’ve realized I’m not the simple girl I used to be, and that things are changing. For the better, for the worse – All depends on how you look at it.
❦ I'm not sick but I'm not well. . .
I have a soft spot in my chest for mass murders and serial killers. Heheh.
Dear Boss ;;
Jack the Ripper stole my heart and won't give it back!
"Dear Boss, I keep on hearing the police have caught me but they won't fix me just yet. I have laughed when they look so clever and talk about being on the right track. That joke about leather apron gave me fits. I am down on whores and I shan't quit ripping them till I do get buckled. Grand work the last job was. I gave the lady no time to squeal. How can they catch me now. I love my work and want to start again. You will soon hear of me with my funny little games. I saved some of the proper red stuff in a ginger beer bottle over the last job to write with but it went thick like glue and I can't use it. Red ink is fit enough I hope ha ha. The next job I do I shall clip the lady's ears off and send to the police officers first just for jolly wouldn?t you. Keep this letter back till I do a bit more work then give it out straight. My knife's so nice and sharp I want to get to work right away if I get a chance. Good luck,
Yours truly,
Jack the Ripper
Don't mind me using the trade name. "
-- A letter allegedly written by 'Jack' himself.
❦ Some of my favorite serial murderers are fictional. . .
Other than the lovely ol' Jack, I would like to introduce you to one of my favorite homicidal clowns, and I hope he's one of yours, too ;;
Meet the Joker! My favorite Joker was portrayed by Mark Hamill in Batman: The Animated Series. [ His laugh. . . his laugh! *sigh* ] Heath Ledger did an amazing job as The Joker, as well, but there has been far too much hype over his performance. It will be the role Heath will be remembered for. . .
 
"In my dream, the world had suffered a terrible disaster. A black haze shut out the sun, and the darkness was alive with the moans and screams of wounded people. Suddenly, a small light glowed. A candle flickered into life, symbol of hope for millions. A single tiny candle, shining in the ugly dark. I laughed and blew it out." -- The Joker
"Ladies and Gentlemen! You've read about it in the papers! Now witness, before your very eyes, that most rare and tragic of nature's mistakes! I give you: the average man. Physically unremarkable, it instead possesses a deformed set of values. Notice the hideously bloated sense of humanity's importance. Also note the club-footed social conscience and the withered optimism. It's certainly not for the squeamish, is it? Most repulsive of all, are its frail and useless notions of order and sanity. If too much weight is placed upon them... they snap. How does it live, I hear you ask? How does this poor pathetic specimen survive in today's harsh and irrational environment? I'm afraid the sad answer is, 'Not very well'. Faced with the inescapable fact that human existence is mad, random, and pointless, one in eight of them crack up and go stark slavering buggo! Who can blame them? In a world as psychotic as this... any other response would be crazy!" -- The Joker
"Ladies and Gentlemen, Hobos and Tramps, Cross-eyed mosquitoes and bowlegged ants. I come before you, to stand before you, to tell you a story I know nothing about. One morning in the middle of the night two dead fellows stood up to fight. They stood back to back, facing each other, drew their swords and shot each other. If you don't believe my lie, it's true, ask the blind lady on the corner, she saw it too." -- The Joker
*singing* "When the world is full of care and every headline screams despair, when the news are rape, starvation, war and life is vile...then there's a certain thing I do which I shall pass along to you that's always guaranteed to make me smile. I go Loo-oo-oony, as a lightbulb battered bug, simply Loo-oo-oony, sometimes foam and chew the rug...mister life is swell in a padded cell, it'll chase those blues away! You can trade your gloom for a rubber room and injections twice a day!" -- The Joker
❦ And then there is Dexter. Oh, Dexter, Dexter, Dexter. . .
Dexter [ no, not "Dexter's Laboratory" ] has become my absolute favorite, and most often watched, serial killer to date. His narrations and behavior has me constantly wrapped up in giggles, like a little child who has had a wee bit too much sugar. I adore seeing what trouble he can get himself into next. I also must highly, highly, recommend the Dexter book series by Jeffrey Lindsay. The plot has taken many different turns, but they're still a fan-flipping-tastic read regardless. Dexter is Family Guy.
❦ A few other names down on my "Most Brutally Watched" list are as follows ;;
Sylar from Heroes. . .
Dr. Hannibal Lecter [another amazing book series, which you should read, by Thomas Harris ]. . .
and Patrick Bateman from American Psycho. . .
❦ Now on a completely unrelated note, fairy tales. I adore them, and can't get enough. And the front runner? I know that practically everybody says this, but my favorite fairy tale is "Alice's Adventures in Wonderland" by Lewis Carroll. Seriously, if that man could see how worked up people are still getting over his stories, he'd be doing the shimmy in his coffin. In fact, he probably is. Yes.
Jabberwocky? Best nonsense poem of all time. It's the Boogeyman that every kid wants for a pet. Like a dinosaur, or a dragon.
`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.
-- Jabberwocky by Lewis Carroll ;; "Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There"
❦ And with that, I'm done! I shall leave you with this, small thing to ponder ;; What do you do when you're attacked by a shrew?
The End. . .
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