Swedish Fish

As groups usually go, we have quite a creative one, even If I do say so myself...

We have visual artists, musicians, writers, bartenders and even a philosopher or two (It's a shame only alcohol brings out the philosopher though)

The Dormouse is by far the literary genius, but I however am a literary genius in a whole different way... I am a lyricist, two very different things wouldn't you agree?

So, while the Dormouse is giving you accounts of our lives in story format, I will be giving you accounts of our lives, and what random events inspire me, in one of the only ways I know how... song form.... enjoy!

This song was inspired by, just as the title suggest 'Swedish Fish' and it was written while smoking hookah with the Dormouse and Alice...

'SWEDISH FISH'

Not sure why this melody,

Is stuck in my head,

The sweet taste of sugar,

On my tongue, hidden in red,

Lips left unparted,

Hearts collided,

Swimming upstream,

For a taste of adventure,

The bitter sense of competition,

One will win, One will lose,

The journey, just begun,

The melody, paid my dues,

What are you saying?

It's not a language I'm familiar with,

What game are you playing?

Which one will win this kiss?

Push through, swim harder,

What are you, polish?

Which one will get here first?

You silly little swedish fish!

Sequins and Smoke

Freddie Fame

Go back to your wives

Small towns aren't exactly known for being forward-thinking, and drunk people aren't known for keeping their cool. Put the two together and you get Palatka, FL on a Saturday night.

Things started out normally, with people playing beer pong and sitting around the fire. The Dormouse and Freddie Fame were the newcomers, but people quickly warmed up to us and Freddie Fame epically lost a game of beer pong to a team of girls. There were Jell-o shots that didn't have the proper mixture and were way strong. So things were going swimmingly.

Until this huge white duelly pulled up, parked where there wasn't a parking space, and a group of middle-aged men pile out like clowns. Right behind them were three cars full of emo drama kids. These were the weird emo kids who think they're awesome but but really just inspire a lot of jokes from everyone else.

This was the beginning of the end.

The middle aged men (because crashing a collge kids' house party at that age is so super cool) were talking shit and being loud and one of them even stuck a finger in the cake icing. So they were politely asked to leave. As they were leaving, some drunk guy made a comment that they need to go home to their wives. This brought on the onslaught of profanity and threats from the middle-aged guys. The emo kids all leave like the wimps they are (because everyone knows they wouldn't be able to handle their own in a fight). So one of the old farts proclaims he's a doctor (we later found out he was only a dentist) and that we better hope he doesn't see us again because he'll piss in our mouths. A classic threat, and I'll find another doctor, thank you. So after unsuccessfully goading us into a fight, they pile back into the bubba truck and drive off.

Okay, seriously, let's think about this. At what point did the lives of these men go so terribly wrong that they have to crash college kids' parties and start shit with everyone? It's the common consensus of Freddie Fame and I that our lives will never be that bad.

Peace and love,
the Dormouse

"Trouble is you gotta have yourself an alternate plan"

Looking for a job is like repeatedly banging your head against the wall hoping to break through to the other side. It always seems like there has to be a better way, and each time it hurts a little more, and you hope that you're getting closer to breaking through but you can never really be sure. And you're not even sure if what's on the other side is even worth it. I feel like my college degree is doing me no good. Every employer wants experience. Is four years of college not experience enough? How, exactly, is one supposed to get experience if never given the chance? Our economy is in the hole. I understand this. I get it. But I didn't spend four years in college to work in retail or fast food (not that there's anything wrong with that- I spent almost a year and a half in fast food). It's tough and it's annoying and hopefully will all be worth it in the end. If not, I'll continue to sit in my pajamas plotting my next move.

"And generally my generation
Wouldn't be caught dead working for the man
And generally I agree with them
Trouble is you gotta have yourself an alternate plan"
-Ani DiFranco

With peace and love,
the Dormouse

"Twilit," Stella and a flame thrower

Freddie Fame is looking at me from across the porch, the hookah smoke clouding his face momentarily. People are milling around the parking lot but I don't know them and they don't know me. This might be best for all parties involved. The Red Queen chokes on the awesomeness. Freddie Fame wants two different colored eyes- blue and green. We were discussing who would play us in a movie about our lives (Johnny Depp for Freddie Fame, Janeane Garofalo for The Dormouse and Sacha Baron Cohen's baby mama for the Red Queen) but now the topic has somehow gotten to lighting cigarettes with flame throwers. Beer is really nothing but preference. The Red Queen is getting into Stella lately, since the Brits came and went. Freddie Fame has a mystery text message, and, being the sleuth that he is, he's determined to figure out who is cussing him out anonymously (like a coward, according to the Red Queen). We're reading way too much into Lady Gaga and "Twilight."

The three of us are rewriting "Twilight" into "Twilit," and yes, it will be the ghetto version. We need an ebonics dictionary but haven't taken the time to Google it yet. All we know is the line "Say it, out loud, say it" will remain intact (because sometimes things are so bad they're genius). The two opposing forces will battle for Bella's affection through slam poetry. But enough about that. Giving too much away will make seeing the movie pointless (or someone will steal our ideas).