PICS
Down.
Humpty dumpty sat on a wall
Humpty dumpty had a great fall
But why was Humpty on that fucking wall?
All the king's horses and all the king's men
The lover, the fighter, the family of ten
They just couldn't put Humpty back together again
London Bridge Is falling down,
Falling down, Falling down.
London Bridge Is falling down,
My fair lady.
London Bridges Falling Down
A million reasons found
Dead virgin buried in the base
Sacrifice for the sake of the human race
Fatality to appease the water spirits
Or the London Bridge will be washed away!
This is nothing but another casualty.
Ring around the rosies,
A pocketful of posies.
ashes, ashes.
We all fall down!
Pockets full of posies
To keep the smell away
Ring around the rosies
Plague of the rashes
Ashes, Ashes
Burn them
So the disease doesn't spread.
Do you not understand?
Where does the meaning come from?
These songs we sing to the children small?
Death!
It's death to them all!
We all fall down!
Down, down, down, down
We all fall DOWN!
Humpty dumpty sat on a wall
Humpty dumpty had a great fall
But why was Humpty on that fucking wall?
All the king's horses and all the king's men
The lover, the fighter, the family of ten
They just couldn't put Humpty back together again
London Bridge Is falling down,
Falling down, Falling down.
London Bridge Is falling down,
My fair lady.
London Bridges Falling Down
A million reasons found
Dead virgin buried in the base
Sacrifice for the sake of the human race
Fatality to appease the water spirits
Or the London Bridge will be washed away!
This is nothing but another casualty.
Ring around the rosies,
A pocketful of posies.
ashes, ashes.
We all fall down!
Pockets full of posies
To keep the smell away
Ring around the rosies
Plague of the rashes
Ashes, Ashes
Burn them
So the disease doesn't spread.
Do you not understand?
Where does the meaning come from?
These songs we sing to the children small?
Death!
It's death to them all!
We all fall down!
Down, down, down, down
We all fall DOWN!
In honor of my nudie picture debut, here is a poem I wrote in my Philosophy of Yoga class to keep myself from falling asleep (not that the class is boring, I just have a hard time staying awake if I sit still too long).
This Is My Body
This is my body-
Scars, bruises, dimples, and all
I am unique because of my flaws.
I'll share a glimpse of the outside-
A look into the workings of my self
You can look, but not touch.
My pleasure is mine alone.
This is my soul's home-
Battle-worn but strong
There are things I'd like to change
With a wish
But not money, time, or pain.
I have made peace-
With every curve, wrinkle, and line
Through them
I can count the passage of time.
This is my body-
Mine, mine alone
I will honor, delight, and cherish
And be very careful with whom I share it.
I see my flesh as a work of art
Room for improvement
But Beautiful in every way.
This is my story-
Time will change it
The sun will fade the bright paint
Water will erode the wood
But still it will stand as a monument
To a life fully lived.
This Is My Body
This is my body-
Scars, bruises, dimples, and all
I am unique because of my flaws.
I'll share a glimpse of the outside-
A look into the workings of my self
You can look, but not touch.
My pleasure is mine alone.
This is my soul's home-
Battle-worn but strong
There are things I'd like to change
With a wish
But not money, time, or pain.
I have made peace-
With every curve, wrinkle, and line
Through them
I can count the passage of time.
This is my body-
Mine, mine alone
I will honor, delight, and cherish
And be very careful with whom I share it.
I see my flesh as a work of art
Room for improvement
But Beautiful in every way.
This is my story-
Time will change it
The sun will fade the bright paint
Water will erode the wood
But still it will stand as a monument
To a life fully lived.
