Now, this is quite a long entry, because I included a poem that I really like, and a song for Attila. But, I don't really have any ramblings on my life at the moment, except to say that this poem reminds me of my new pet Milton, the spider who lives on my porch. He caught a huge grasshopper in his web today. I saw him sucking out the lifejuice. Anyway... The Spider and the Fly by Mary Howitt Will you walk into my parlour?" said the Spider to the Fly, 'Tis the prettiest little parlour that ever you did spy; The way into my parlour is up a winding stair, And I've a many curious things to show when you are there." Oh no, no," said the little Fly, "to ask me is in vain, For who goes up your winding stair can ne'er come down again." "I'm sure you must be weary, dear, with soaring up so high; Will you rest upon my little bed?" said the Spider to the Fly. "There are pretty curtains drawn around; the sheets are fine and thin, And if you like to rest awhile, I'll snugly tuck you in!" Oh no, no," said the little Fly, "for I've often heard it said, They never, never wake again, who sleep upon your bed!" Said the cunning Spider to the Fly, " Dear friend what can I do, To prove the warm affection I 've always felt for you? I have within my pantry, good store of all that's nice; I'm sure you're very welcome -- will you please to take a slice?" "Oh no, no," said the little Fly, "kind Sir, that cannot be, I've heard what's in your pantry, and I do not wish to see!" "Sweet creature!" said the Spider, "you're witty and you're wise, How handsome are your gauzy wings, how brilliant are your eyes! I've a little looking-glass upon my parlour shelf, If you'll step in one moment, dear, you shall behold yourself." "I thank you, gentle sir," she said, "for what you 're pleased to say, And bidding you good morning now, I'll call another day." The Spider turned him round about, and went into his den, For well he knew the silly Fly would soon come back again: So he wove a subtle web, in a little corner sly, And set his table ready, to dine upon the Fly. Then he came out to his door again, and merrily did sing, "Come hither, hither, pretty Fly, with the pearl and silver wing; Your robes are green and purple -- there's a crest upon your head; Your eyes are like the diamond bright, but mine are dull as lead!" Alas, alas! how very soon this silly little Fly, Hearing his wily, flattering words, came slowly flitting by; With buzzing wings she hung aloft, then near and nearer drew, Thinking only of her brilliant eyes, and green and purple hue -- Thinking only of her crested head -- poor foolish thing! At last, Up jumped the cunning Spider, and fiercely held her fast. He dragged her up his winding stair, into his dismal den, Within his little parlour -- but she ne'er came out again! And now dear little children, who may this story read, To idle, silly flattering words, I pray you ne'er give heed: Unto an evil counsellor, close heart and ear and eye, And take a lesson from this tale, of the Spider and the Fly The Crawl-Placebo It takes the pain away But could not make you stay It's way too broke to fix No glue, no bag of tricks Lay me down The lie will unfurl Lay me down to crawl Your smile would make me sneeze When we were siamese Amazing grace in here I'd pay to have you near Lay me down The lie will unfurl Lay me down to crawl Don't go and lose your face At some stranger's ...place And don't forget to breathe And pay before you leave Lay me down The lie will unfurl Lay me down to crawl Lay me down The lie will unfurl Lay me down to crawl I still miss her. I guess I always will. I just wish it didn't have to be so fucking hard... "Come into my parlour," said the spider to the fly. "But you shall surely eat me," came the soft reply...