Carnival of souls

April 29, 2006 at 3:36 am (Uncategorized)

Look carefully at the following figure and you might surmise that the Pink Panther spent the last 30 years in a basement. Panther.jpgGood work, super sleuth! This is correct. This once proud fellow has been down with the spiders and mold for three decades, enduring bitter winters and stifling summers in the dark. He was found one recent weekend in the basement of my childhood home but now he resides with me. And wait until you see the after photo. Old Pink has undergone reconstructive surgery to replace foam in his neck and legs and soon a dose of stain remover will restore his luster.

Why, you ask me, in your gore crow voice? Because the panther was a coveted toy in my childhood and it is not good to discard such an icon a second time. Plus, the pink beast was obtained through a bit of luck and some fluke of physics. Mainly, my brother won him by tossing a dime onto a glass plate and my, how I hated the son-of-a-bitch for it. I spent every dollar and every dime I had trying to win a pink panther of my own but could never duplicate his feat. I think this somehow effected my emotional development and resulted in the fine, neurotic person you see before you today.

Whether or not the reanimation of the Pink Panther will bring about a flood of good fortunate and a new appreciation for simple joys remains to be seen. But it serves as a fine segue into the matter of carnivals. Which, incidentally, were also largely responsible for my development.

The carnivals contributed to my growth chiefly because they are creepy. But in addition to that, I had a terrible encounter with a dead woman at one. No, really. It was at one of my beloved carnival freak shows that I stumbled on THE WOMAN WHO HAD BEEN BURIED ALIVE. Alive.jpg

She was kept in her original coffin, but a pane of glass replaced the upper lid so that you could stare down onto the horrified, skeletal face of premature interment. Bony fingers were hooked into claws and appeared to scraping at the lid of the coffin. Hollowed eyes stared up in terror and the rictus mouth seemed to shriek. Try as one might, a person above ground will do a poor job of imagining the mortal agony and horror of being confined alive to the grave. The corpse in the coffin at least provided some insight through the unspeakable, frozen expression about her features.

I stared down at that woman for a full five minutes and then wandered away in a daze. If I were Jim Morrison, I'd claim that her frantic spirit leapt into mine and for all my life I've been wandering around with the soul of a very old woman. But that would prove detrimental to my already beleaguered reputation, so I am not going that route. In fact, I'm going no route at all. My only ambition was to write non-stop for three minutes or so and regurgitate the last day's thoughts.

Do with it what you will. Clutch on to the Pink Panther concept and tell me about your childhood toys and adult good luck charms. freaks.jpgShare your thoughts on the carnival, such as the time you rode the zipper too many times and puked right on your date's head. Or tell me how the freak shows twisted your mind, as well. We'll start a self-help group for victims of carnival trauma. I think we're allowed to drink at the meetings.

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81 Comments

  1. Steven G. Erickson said,

    I don’t have any possessions that I care about. I guess it is the aftermath of having been held in a Connecticut prison for spouting off in newspapers about very powerful a-holes. If you put “What is prison really like?” in a search engine, you can read what it was like.

    But looking back, it was the museums and art galleries in Poland, Lithuania, Latvia, and Estonia that still make me think back, daily.

    In Riga Latvia, not too far from the Freedom Statue from around 1933, their version of the Statue of Liberty. The Russians and Nazis curbed that Freedom and that Statue was probably a cruel reminder less than a decade after being errected. Well, on with my point, I saw a sword in the Riga Latvia museum, next to a well preserved severed hand.

    I asked for a translation of the text on the case. A man’s hand was severed with a sword for making false coin. The text went on to say the man probably lived as it was common to stick the stumb into a very intense flame which cauterized and disinfected the wound.

    Staying with various families, living almost as a gypsy, I really enjoyed the wonderful people.

    I stayed with a family in Utenos Lithuania and the husband, wife, and their 2 kids cried, uncontrollably when I left with my then girlfried, Rasa, and thought that I never got that type of reaction when leaving in the states.

    Sarcasm doesn’t seem to exist there. You have to be well dressed or you aren’t served in any restaurant or cafe, you must go to the back door and get take out. If you don’t finish a bottle of wine or liquor at a restaurant, you can take it with you. Doors are held for women, a man goes completely around a car to let a woman, in or out, you don’t go to visit anyone without a gift, it was almost a religious experience.

    I cried, uncontrollably, when I was to leave for the US as I wanted to stay. Not staying, and coming back to be held as a political prisoner, makes me think everyday, as the “Free Country” in which I was born took my freedom.

    Well thank you for letting me rant,

    -Steven G. Erickson aka blogger Vikingas on http://www.freespeech.com and
    starkravingviking.blogspot.com

  2. K2 said,

    Indians scattered on dawn’s highway bleeding
    Ghosts crowd the young child’s fragile eggshell mind.

    Me and my -ah- mother and father – and a
    grandmother and a grandfather – were driving through
    the desert, at dawn, and a truck load of Indian
    workers had either hit another car, or just – I don’t
    know what happened – but there were Indians scattered
    all over the highway, bleeding to death.

    So the car pulls up and stops. That was the first time
    I tasted fear. I musta’ been about four – like a child is
    like a flower, his head is just floating in the
    breeze, man.
    The reaction I get now thinking about it, looking
    back – is that the souls of the ghosts of those dead
    Indians…maybe one or two of ’em…were just
    running around freaking out, and just leaped into my
    soul. And they’re still in there.

  3. K2 said,

    Pink isn’t well, he stayed back at the hotel
    So they sent us along, as a surrogate band
    We’re gonna find out where you fans really sta-a-and
    Are there any queers in the theatre tonigth?
    get ’em up against the wall
    There’s one in the spolight, he don’t look right to me
    Get him up against the wall
    That one looks Jewish
    And that one’s a coon
    Who leta ll this riff raff into the room
    There’s one smoking a joint
    And another with spots
    If I had my way, I’d have all of you SHOT!

  4. Gil said,

    Poor, poor Steven. I’m sure that you ended up in prison for totally bogus reasons. I know, you were framed, man!! Happens all the time. It’s the man holding you down!!!
    Methinks thou dost speaketh a lot of crap.
    “I don’t have any possessions that I care about. I guess it is the aftermath of having been held in a Connecticut prison”
    Who the hell begins an answer to a blog about carnivals and fairs this way? I believe that you stumbled across this blog and saw it as another opportunity to spread your BS and pretend that you are world traveled and wise, and totally misunderstood. Blow it out your asshat.

  5. LaFlamme said,

    Wow. A freak show, for sure. And what the hell am I doing on the blog when it’s actually nice outside? First sunny weekend in what? A month?

  6. Linda said,

    It’s worse for me, I am at work!!!
    I’m already quaking a bit, thinking about how I scared myself when I was a kid. I keep tossing glances over my shoulder —

  7. LaFlamme said,

    Oooh. You must tell me aaaaall about it, Linda. It’s therapy.

  8. Linda said,

    Oh I will, you know I can’t shut up. Later though — I’m through with work for the day and it’s time to play.

  9. jarheaddoc said,

    Linda! Linda! I just thought I would check and see who has managed to upset the apple cart today. Did the rooster or the alarm clock wake you up this morning?

  10. jarheaddoc said,

    Does anyone remember that ice man that was displayed at the Auburn Mall back in the mid-80’s or so? It was supposed to be frozen, but the case was very warm when I touched it. I always thoought that was odd, something out of a carnival or a freak show. I wonder if the owners of the display sold it on e-bay

  11. Linda said,

    Neither, Jarhead, thanks for asking.

  12. AO said,

    Boy, it sure is quiet in here today. Kind of…creepy!

  13. Linda said,

    I used to read all the time when I was a kid, I was a great multi-tasker so I read along with almost anything else I was doing (incurring quite a few reading-related injuries). I had an intense sci fi phase when I was around 10, once they let me into the grown-up section of the public library.
    Remember Bradbury’s book, Dark Carnival? And C.S. Lewis? Heinlein? Clarke? I read it all, and it was so real to me. That whole Catholic thing — anyone know what I mean, AO? Believing in what you can’t prove with your senses. Being attracted to what repels you. Knowing that your sense of control is just an illusion (and being glad of it). Keeping the dark stuff way below the surface. What did you call it, Mark — the fevered fist of imagination, am I remembering that right? I can’t say that i still have the details of most of those books, but I remember exactly how they made me feel. It was all so deliciously creepy.
    I never got to go the carnival at night though. My parents had too much sense for that.

  14. K2 said,

    You can walk on the water, drown in the sand
    You can fly off a mountaintop if anybody can
    Run away, run away–it’s the restless age
    Look away, look away–you can turn the page
    Hey, buddy, would you like to buy a watch real cheap
    Here on the street
    I got six on each arm and two more round my feet
    Life is a carnival–believe it or not
    Life is a carnival–two bits a shot

    Saw a man with the jinx in the third degree
    From trying to deal with people–people you can’t see
    Take away, take away, this house of mirrors
    Give away, give away, all the souvenirs
    We’re all in the same boat ready to float off the edge of the world
    The flat old world
    The street is a sideshow from the peddler to the corner girl
    Life is a carnival–it’s in the book
    Life is a carnival–take another look

    Hey, buddy, would you like to buy a watch real cheap
    Here on the street
    I got six on each arm and two more round my feet
    Life is a carnival–believe it or not

  15. AO said,

    So, K2, who sang that? You always put the artists name at the end of the song. I don’t recognize it.

    Linda, Yes, I know exactly what you’re talking about. I love, deliciously creepy.

  16. K2 said,

    Sorry, AO. The first was Morrison on American Prayer. It relates to Mark’s piece, somehow, honest.

    The second is Roger Waters, which mocks a totalitarian-esque maniac.

    The third is The Band. Richard Manuel and Rick Danko, RIP.

    Okay, I’ll stop quoting freaking songs. Just finding it hard to be creative today. Still, I’m just a peyote button away from greatness. . . .

  17. Linda said,

    Hi K2, you got nothin’, as Mark would say? go ahead and quote songs if that’s where you are.

  18. AO said,

    Quote away, my digital brother.

  19. Linda said,

    So over on Our View, every possible lure is out there for Dan to join us. Also for Herb. What more could we possibly do? It’s so deliciously creepy here, how can they resist us? What incantations can we chant? Maybe we’re too polite for their taste, surely it’s just a passing phase though.

  20. AO said,

    Nah. The creepier the better, for Dan. And, us, polite?? Never. That’s why Dan/Jean’s not showing up. He’s afraid. I saw his latest post in Our View. It’s him. Mark my word. I know his style. FB.

  21. Anonymous said,

    Well as you know, Dan was before my time so I haven’t had the so-called pleasure. But if Jean’s stuff is his best shot, then he/she SHOULD be afraid.

  22. Linda said,

    That was me, I was manicuring my temp files again. Jeez, it’s Saturday night, that’s pretty lame. I think I’ll go try to stir something up elsewhere for a while, maybe check in later

  23. AO said,

    I’ve been watching Red Sox’s baseball. It’s a nailbiter…? Right now it’s, 6-5 Devil Ray’s. If you find something interesting to stir up, Linda, let me know.

  24. Gil said,

    I tried to bait Jean/Dan into admitting being Dan and got this response;
    “first I am NOT in drag, as Gil the racist contends, simply becaue Jean is a man’s name not female, not that I would expect a racist to know the difference.
    I’m not this Dan character, but I don’t think I’d consider it an insult, but I don’t know.”
    The state rests your honor.

  25. Gil said,

    K2, if you really want some good carny tunes try Chris Anderson’s “Whitey’s Carnival of Funk, Trippin’ the Ass Fantastic”. A good funky, bluesy, jazz album. Let the Doors rest, Jim was an overrated, drunk, wannabe poet, alcoholic, loser. Why else would he now reside in France? Let loose and let funk brother.

  26. Linda said,

    Bobbie I know you are out there, come over here and say hello.
    That Jean/Dan sure can’t keep the story straight, eh?

  27. Bobbie said,

    How do you know that I’m out here tonight, Linda? Did my post on Our View give me away?

    BTW-hello.

  28. Bobbie said,

    Linda, contact me at this address:

    trshple@yahoo.com

    and then I’ll give you my real e-mail address. Thanks.

  29. Linda said,

    Hey, Gil, tell me where your blog is again please. Is there anything happening over there? My evening’s agenda is very satisfactorily wrapped up. I’ve got a little time to spare, looking for either distraction or sleep, and there seems to be neither here. The glass of wine could go either way.

  30. Bobbie said,

    Do I count as a distraction tonight?

  31. Linda said,

    Yes, nice to hear from you, Bobbie.

  32. Bobbie said,

    I’m glad that I count for something tonight. LOL

  33. AO said,

    WINE?? Linda, did you say, wine? Hey, I’d be happy to join you in a glass or, two.

    Hi, Bobbie!

  34. Bobbie said,

    Hi, AO. If you guys are going to have some wine tonight, have some for me while you’re at it.

  35. Bobbie said,

    To answer your question from earlier, Linda, Gil’s site is:

    http://churchofthepainfultruth.blogspot.com

  36. Linda said,

    Thanks, Bobbie. Hi there, AO. Girls night again? Jeez those guys are pikers. A little wine, nothing too notable, just a little buzz is all

  37. Bobbie said,

    What kind of wine are you drinking tonight?

  38. AO said,

    Will do, Bobbie. Red Sox won tonight!! 9-6. Great game. Think I may have my Red Sox “groove thing” going again.

    Where the hell is everybody else? Are we four supposed to run the blog for the night?And, IF we are, how much are we being paid? Mark??

  39. Bobbie said,

    If Mark’s paying us for running the blog tonight, then you know that he’s going to go cheap on us. LOL

  40. AO said,

    What kind of wine? Just a little. Went out for dinner, had a little wine. Came home, had a little wine. Watched the Red Sox’s, had a little wine. Watched 48 Hours Mystery, had a little wine so…just a little wine. That’s what kind.

  41. Linda said,

    Best I could find on hand is a South Australian Cabernet Shiraz, kind of an odd wine. You know i prefer a nice crisp white, but I drank that last night. Headache tomorrow from the sulfites, but at least the profits from this wine go the Australian Koala Foundation, so I should just suck it up. THe headache I mean, though the wine’s actually going down pretty well. Maybe I was wrong to say I prefer a crisp white. Do I like cabernet shiraz? Ma’am, I do tonight.

  42. Bobbie said,

    That sounds like my kind of wine-just a little as you go along.

  43. Bobbie said,

    Maybe I should have my daughter send me some of that if she can find it on post. It sounds like it might be interesting.

  44. Linda said,

    You know, I watched the Sox blow the first inning and cravenly turned them off. Missed the whole show! Spent a little time with my husband, confirming the fact that he’s totally recovered. I’d be sleeping now too if I wasn’t so frigging sleep-averse. I don’t sleep, and my son never slept. I laughed my ass off when my DIL told me in a perplexed tone that their daughter never sleeps. I told her, make her father sit up all night with her, he deserves it.
    Yeah, Mark won’t cough up an honorarium. The opportunity to mindless blather all we want is its own reward, don’t you think?

  45. Linda said,

    Mine is Angove’s Bear Crossing, and I’m liking it right now.

  46. Linda said,

    AO, I just read back, what four do you mean? Do you think Gil is here too? Gil, I thought you moved on, sorry if I offended you with the girls night comment.
    ‘Cause if not Gil, that makes three. Bubble bubble, toil and trouble.

  47. Bobbie said,

    Most definitely on the mindless blather tonight being its own reward. My daughter has offered to send me some Australian spirits and I may just take her up on that offer when she comes to the states in July.

  48. Linda said,

    Yes, the Australians do make some nice wine. They have the climate for it. Of course, they have the climate for anything, somewhere in the country.

  49. Bobbie said,

    My daughter enjoyed her visits there. Some of my mo9re interesting t-shirts have come from Australia.

  50. Gil said,

    I played one of the three witches in Macbeth in my one and only stage appearance in school.

  51. Bobbie said,

    You’re doing better than I am when it comes to that, Gil.

  52. Linda said,

    Come closer to the fire and I’ll tell a little story, children.
    On 9/11, I was in New Zealand visiting my boys and my new granddaughter. Someone phoned and said, turn on the TV. My DIL and I watched in horror as the towers fell down. The mothers and babies from her Lamaze class came over, and we turned off the TV and had wall to wall 6 month old babies playing all over the house. It was so surreal.
    I was scheduled to fly home on 9/13. No planes were flying of course, and nobody knew anything. Finally I got on one of the first flights out about 4 days later. The airports were full of security people who didn’t know anything. Many Americans were camped at the airport, hysterical to get home. I just went with the flow. Spent 12 hours in LAX, a lousy connection but at least I had one. I was never so weary in my life as I was when I finally got home.

  53. Linda said,

    Hi Gil, nothing wrong with having four witches — or have we lost AO?

  54. Bobbie said,

    I have to admit that it was strange looking up at the sky and not seeing any reminders of the flights that go over here from Denver and Colorado Springs on a daily basis. The only planes that we heard for days were the military ones doing surviellence (I can’t spell tonight, sorry). I went with my husband on his long delivery run that day and most of the people wanted to talk about anything but what had happened in New York that day.

  55. Bobbie said,

    It does seem like we’ve lost AO for the night. She probably has to work in the morning.

  56. Gil said,

    I was working on a store in No Conway when they came out with the news that a plane had hit the Twin Towers. I went across the street to the Wal Mart to watch their TV along with about 50 other people, mouths agape.
    Weeks later I had to work in Albany, NY. There was an old civil air horn that started going off about 7pm and everyone in the hotel was standing outside looking up to see if we could see anything. Managment finally came around and reassured everyone that it was the alarm for the volunteer fire department. A month earlier and I wouldn’t have even looked out the window at that alarm.

  57. Linda said,

    Scary times — sure changed attitudes.
    Suddenly I am crashing, I think i can sleep. If I need any more distraction tonight, I might just dangle my foot over the edge of the bed — that’s about all the adventure I have left in me tonight.
    Thanks for the company!

  58. Bobbie said,

    Before we left for the run that day, I had just switched on The Today Show at 7 AM our time (I’m 2 hours behind you guys), just in time to see the second plane fly into the second tower. The rumor around here was that gas was going to go past $5 a gallon and we were going to probably run out because nothing would be travelling on the roads. I think I would have had the same reaction if I were some place different and the sirens went off like that.

  59. Bobbie said,

    You’re welcome, Linda. I enjoyed the company as well. I’m probably going to call it a night as well, so please lock up when you leave, Gil, if you wouldn’t mind.

  60. Gil said,

    Sure, I got it. I’m up playing poker and smoking cigars for awhile, listening to P-funk.

  61. brenda said,

    heh, heh, they didn’t see me, I’m still here, all alone, hmmmm? maybe I should leave some kind of surprise …..

  62. LaFlamme said,

    What the… Damn you people. I swear to gawd, I was going to write a new blog about 911 and sort of a “where were you when…” kind of them. I just watched part of a special on the nastiness and became inspired. But clearly, you guys were one step ahead of me.
    For the record, I was asleep, having just flown in from Baltimore. I didn’t know a thing about what was happening in New York until my pager went off. I had to go to the Big Apple to return the call because my phone had not been hooked up yet. Everyone there was babbling about something terrible happening and I was largely ignoring them, searching for coffee and a phone.
    Now that I think of it, that’s a really boring story.

  63. Gil said,

    But you told it with such enthusiasm Forrest.

  64. LaFlamme said,

    Yeah, I suppose that’s true. It’s just amazing how many world events I slept through. The Oklahoma bombing, the space shuttle explosion in 86, my honeymoon… I mean, unreal.

  65. Gil said,

    Oklahoma Bombing – 19 April 95 – working in Hawaii
    Space Shuttle explosion – 28 January 86 – working in Florida
    Honeymoon – 26 April 86 – Watching Geraldo open Capones vault. Empty, just as the first marriage turned out to be.

  66. LaFlamme said,

    Okay. Whenever you’re in a tropical climate, there’s hell to pay. And whenever Geraldo makes an ass of himself, you’re indulging in some carnal delights. Considering the body of Geraldo’s work… dude! High five!

  67. K2 said,

    Gil’s a witch! Burn him!

  68. Linda said,

    Wanna post a list of approved topics for the times we have to entertain ourselves in light company? Don’t carp, mate, I thought we did a fine job
    Have a nice Sunday, hope you all have a chance to enjoy the springtime

  69. K2 said,

    Linda, me no follow.

    Gil, just curious, how do you feel about the Statue of Liberty? Stinking French hag or Oui Oui Missy?

    Chris Anderson? I’ll load it the my iPod nano soon enough. Actually haven’t heard of him. But I’m all for funkorific.

  70. Bobbie said,

    Oklahoma City bombing-living in Colorado

    Space shuttle I-living in Germany

    Space shuttle II-living in Colorado

    Honeymoon-should have known what I was in for over the years when my husband kept insisting that we were going to have plenty of time to catch my mother’s plane because they always left late. Accorording to him all these years later, it was just a fluke thing because no plane since has ever left on time.

  71. Mainetarr said,

    9/11-I was at work on the psyche floor at St. Mary’s. Someone ran down the hall towards my office and said a plane just hit the twin towers. Me and Cheryl, the woman I shared an office with, ran down the hall to look at the tv in the solarium. I picked up the phone and called Chris, my husband, and tolod him to out the tv on. I was on the phone with him trying to figure out what happened when the second plane hit. Everyone started freaking out the first time we heard “terriorist attack”. I ran back to my office (the radio was on) and heard about the next plane hitting the pentagon and then another plane had crashed in a field. I ran back to the solarium and stood, glued to the tv while the twin towers came down. My brother in law works on Wall St. and everyone in his neighborhood worked for Cantor Fitzgerald. I ended up leaving work that day and rushing home. I was glued to the tv for at a minimum of 16 hours, just watching the horror over and over. Once I got my wits about me, I started to think what we would need to survive if we were attacked here in Maine. I went to Shaws and bought bottled water, canned foods, all kinds of toiletries, laundry soap-you know, have to be clean, then immediately filled up my gas tank along with all three propane tanks for the grill, because I went into full winter storm mode. I came home, unloaded and went back out and took all of our spare gas cans and filled them all up (about 30 gallons) and then went to Reids and bought ammo for every gun we own. Looking back, I was probably being a complete moron, totally over-reacting, but I had never felt such panic. I was planning a wedding at that time, we were married Sept 29 of that year, but I think for about a week, I just snapped. Of course, eventually, I came out of it, but I still stay prepared for the worst, all of the time.

    Space Shuttle- I was watching it on tv with a friend. Wasn’t sure what happened until the camera went to the people of the ground and I saw the looks of horror on their faces. That was terrible.

    Oklahoma City Bombings – I was at work and had no idea what was going on. When I put on the news, I thought a plane had crashed into the building..

    Honeymoon – Fryeburg Fair, had a good time, but everyone seemed a little shaky, it was right after 9/11.

  72. Linda said,

    K2, I’m a bit late answering you but — I was teasing Mark for “complaining” that we stumbled on a topic he was planning to use.

    Bobbie — re your honeymoon story. I think there’s a strong possibility that you & I are married to the same man. Let me pose a couple of questions. Was your husband home last night? (mine definitely was) Second, have you ever suspected that he can warp the space-time continuum? You don’t have to answer, I’m just asking. Probably best to leave well enough alone, I’m totally OK with it if you are!

  73. Martha said,

    Wow.. it seems like I sleep through all the big news. Space Shuttle might be the exception, but since I don’t watch much tv, I didn’t know about it until after the fact.
    Oklahoma City, I was working 3rd shift at Paragon Glass there in Lewiston. I heard about it at prayer meeting that night at church. I had to ask what they were talking about.
    9/11 I think I was working here, but 2nd shift, so slept late in the morning. When I got up in the morning and turned the tv on to watch Price is Right it was on. It sure felt like deja vu from Oklahoma City.
    Oh, and the honeymoon…. well, it didn’t last very long, so its a topic better left alone.

    So, Mark, you stay up till dawn, but by midnight everyone has left the Lost Sole? So, why is it when I come in at 2 or 3 a.m. you all of a sudden leave? HUH? I see how you are…

  74. LaFlamme said,

    I’m usually here until 4 or so, Martha. I think I typically stop checking in with the blog shortly after 1 a.m. Unless I’m really lonley, then I wander in just to be near your names.

  75. Martha said,

    LOL… AWWWW aren’t we sweet this morning.

  76. LaFlamme said,

    I’ve been eating chocolate chips right out of the bag and washing them down with rubbing alcohol, that’s all.

  77. Martha said,

    Yike… that ought to make your stomach REALLY happy with you.. since mine isn’t with me right now, I’m glad its you not me.

  78. Richie said,

    D.O.A. / Bloodrock / Bloodrock II c.1971

    Laying here looking at the ceiling
    Someone lays a sheet across my chest
    Something warm is flowing down my fingers
    Pain is flowing all through my back

    I try to move my arms and theres no feeling
    And when I look I see theres nothing there
    The face beside me stopped it totally bleeding
    The girl I knew has such a distant stare

    I remember
    We were flying along and hit something in the air
    I remember
    We were flying along and hit something in the air

    Then I looked straight at the attendant
    His face is pale as it can be
    He bends and whispers something softly
    He says theres no chance for me

    I remember
    We were flying along and hit something in the air
    I remember
    We were flying along and hit something in the air

    Life is flowing out my body
    Pain is flowing out with my blood
    The sheets are red and moist where Im lying
    God in Heaven, teach me how to die

    I remember
    We were flying along and hit something in the air
    I remember
    We were flying along and hit something in the air

  79. Bobbie said,

    My husband was home on the 29th. He got the car ready for his trip and then was suppose to go see his mother, but he opted out of it (claimed he was too tired-does that sound familiar as well?). Can he warp the space-time continuum? Sometimes, I wonder about that.

  80. Bobbie said,

    Oh yeah, almost forgot-he claims to have about 6 “twins” all over the country that he is constantly mistaken for. If you ask me, he’s just full of it. LOL

  81. Linda said,

    Well the planes-are-always-late ploy sure sounded like my husband. And does yours also peddle the movies-never-start-on-time story? We haven’t seen the beginning of a movie together in years, except when I prevaricate about the starting time.

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