Alabama-APH

Entry One: I have it. I've finally finished. Hours of toiling over a "Build-it-yourself" robot kit and perfecting the systems has finally paid off. When I first received the kit, I wondered what I could make this humanoid machine do. Maybe it could be a servant? Or maybe an assistant for other experiments? Then, it finally hit me— No man had ever invented a robotic companion before. Halfway through, I decided to not just make it a companion, no— This robot would be my wife. A woman that never aged, never knew of another person to run off with, a woman that knew nothing but love and tolerance for me... And was the most beautiful

The first me was a normal girl. Very hospitable, and she loved to sing. But she didn't know anything. "Ah, this world is so dry, isn't it? I will sing to make the rivers flow." The second me was somewhat deprived. She longed for someone to hold her and tell her her worries were foolish. "Ah, the world is so empty, isn't it? I will sing to try to fill it." The third me was possessed with love. She had found her target and intended to strike. "Ah, the world is so dark, isn't it? I will sing to give it light." Struggling to learn or differentiate "Right" or "wrong" With so many changes, so many "me"s, "I can just kill myself ov

For what do I sing? Paradichlorobenzene I just sing without understanding why Paradichlorobenzene Yes, I ran, seeking the answers Paradichlorobenzene Though I knew there was nothing out there for me to reach I wanted to run away again. I don't know why. I just wanted to. I felt... empty. A certain pining that I couldn't shake. I grabbed a piece of paper and scrawled a note to my papa. "Papa France, I'm going away for a while. It's nothing you've done. Just feeling something weird. Nothing personal. Love you with all my heart, MaryAnn." So let's sing, let's dance Paradichlorobenzene So let's scream, let's shout Paradichlorobenz

Alabama: PAPA! PAPA! PAPA! PAPA! France: Q-Quoi?! What is it?! Alabama: Th-There's a girl in the TV!! And it's turned off!! France: ...Quoi? Alabama: I turned off the TV, and there was this dark-haired girl looking right at me on the screen! I pointed at her, and she was pointing right at me! France: ...MaryAnn... Alabama: What?! France: *places a hand on her shoulder* Are you taking drugs or any new medication I should know about? Alabama: H-HEY!!

I'm not the youngest, not the oldest, But I'm somewhere in the chain Not quite the middle, Not quite the 2nd, 3rd, or 4th youngest or oldest, but I'm definitely a sibling. I guess I can be called the dumb one "Or am I just funny?" Mee-ow, I'm a bird, Raise your arms and bow to me! I'm no ordinary nobody, There's somethin' special 'bout me, I catch your eye, don't I?~ But nothing matters in my family, not charm, not wit, not even riches, not when you're something Out of 50. Don't call me conceited I just know how good I am Don't call my ideas stupid Even though they landed me in jail I was French territory first, so don't

Name it Later-Character Song for Alabama I don't want to wake up Maybe I can ignore the clock The alarm is kind of soothing Maybe I can spend all day here But, no, I have to wake up for you I just want you to be happy So, unwillingly, I sit up and hit the alarm Nobody said I was cheerful, though, And I have a ton of work to catch up on... I'll name this later I don't have the time for this Why is it everyone expects so much of me? Nobody's considerate I hate you all But, at heart, I might like you ...Just don't talk about it. I fall asleep in my breakfast again What a wonderful dream Falling asleep in a bed of bacon Rive