The Things

Don't tell the others
In the dark of the night
By the candle light
You can see it pass-ing
through the glowing bright
Flame, flickered and there's another right
There flitting by, stare not for you
Can't let it know that you see it, see them as their numbers grow
Don't tell the others
That they pass through here
It's a creeping fear
no one wants them near
Don't tell the others
or they'll tell the rest
That the things in your house,
they make here, their nest
No one wants to come near
no one wants to come here
In the dark of the night
It's those things we all fear

Well there's a random poem right there that came up because i took a rather creepsizoidal picture of myself. I think i wanted it to be about evil faeries, but then again, it sounds like it could be about cockroaches too.
Ah well. lack of practice results in this sort of nonsense.

And also, two days ago I dreamt that I cut my hair. I just grabbed a handful of it and went snippety! Although it was only snippety to shoulder length, not even boy cut or bald, gosh, was I horrified. The feeling of having chopped off 2 or maybe even 3 years worth of keratinous material off the top of my head was just horrific. Dead cells or not, I have most certainly confirmed through this dream that I want to keep them all. My hair is now longer than it's ever been my whole life and sometimes I doubt if it has any more strength in it to grow out anymore and then i'm just tempted to do a little something to it like snippety snipping it a little. But no. Now i know how i would feel about it, no thanks! Previously i dreamt that i bleached my whole head white (something I've always wanted to do) but according to my dream, it didnt suit me very much so that's another plan scrapped.

Having dreams is kinda useful huh. You get to test out things you wanna try maybe and then make the decision there and then! Whoopi.

Alright, enough of this silliness.