Giving it to my besties doggie 😳

Dear Diary,

I know it been a few days since my last entry, but I have several good reasons for that: life sucks ass. I posted something on social media earlier today that succinctly describes why I’ve been absent these past few days:

They say bad things come in threes…

• Swamped with Real Life© crap that kept me away from writing.
• Immediately after hit with a migraine that kept me from writing.
• Migraine was gone this morning…but my vision is blurry unless I’m JUST enough away from something.

And you know what? I don’t give a fuck. I’m going to write because I’m going crazy over here. You motherfuckers will just have to learn to love the typos until my vision clears. 😅

And there you have it. So, if there are any typos in this entry, you’ll just have to learn to love them.

On a separate note, I don’t think I mentioned this to anyone yet, but currently I’m at the besties dog-sitting for the next three days all by my lonesome. And let me tell you, this is one clingy, codependent miniature schnauzer. He’s so adorable though, and every time I look at him I just want to go over and play with/cuddle/tickle him. I can’t help it. It doesn’t help that if he catches me looking at him he bounds over and practically jumps in my lap. 😆 If my big brother wasn’t such an animal racist, I would have one of my own.

Maybe I should get some of you to spam his email.

And while you’re at it, you can petition to liberate Skynet (my drone) from wherever the fuck he’s hiding it. Cause I can’t find that motherfucker anywhere! 😳

Anyway, being here by myself with da doggie has been a real meditative experience. I’ve been using the time to catch up on porn writing and author tasks, which really needed it as these past few days I’ve been in my bed moaning and whining. For all of you guys that wrote me and inquired as to my health, thank you so much. It means more to me than you know.

And speaking of things that mean a lot to me: my new VIP tier Patreon, Troy Lake! Thank you so much for joining! I’m willing to bet that you’ll like all the perks your VIP status will get you. 😏

Also, Anne. Girl, I have no idea why you put up with me, but I’m so glad you do. Especially when migraines hit. Luckily, they only happen every few months, but still. You’re so patient and understanding. You’re going to make a fantastic mother one day. For reals. You’re practically my mom now! Maybe I should change my last name to Barrett… 😛

This entry is long enough, and my eyes are really starting to hurt, so I’m signing off. Thank you for reading, everyone.

Seriously.

#Alexa

💡 The More You Know 💡

The average human sperm cell or spermatocyte contains about 37.5Mb of genetic data. So when orgasm occurs, roughly 1.5Gb of data is ‘ejaculated’ in about 3 seconds, a data transfer rate 6 orders of magnitude, or a few million times, faster than an average internet connection.

My assistant negotiates sex with her father’s penis! 😅

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Hitting the ground running

Dear Diary,

It felt absolutely wondrous to jump back into the daily routine of writing. And I finished a lot of it, knocking out the yellow revision of Knocking Up The MILF, working on The Siren’s Song for a bit, and – finally – dived headfirst into Nephilim: Prisoner, the sequel to Nephilim: Daybreak. It felt so good to start it. Tomorrow cannot come quick enough so I can continue.

I also received some fantastic news from the narrator I hired to do the audiobook version of The Qedesha’s Handmaiden. She just uploaded chapters 6,7, and 8, and is currently working on 9,10, and the epilogue now. Which means in the next day or two, she’ll be completely finished. 🙌

I can’t wait!

Also, if you’re a member of my Patreon and want to check out the rough draft of Voyeur Season 1, Episode 5, you can do so here: https://www.patreon.com/posts/18358393. While you’re there, you can also check out my recent post, “Why I don’t use publishing houses,” found here: https://www.patreon.com/posts/18359553.

Yes, I hit the ground running today!

Now if I can just quit sneezing uncontrollably, my day would be phenomenal! 😅

Until tomorrow, my loves…

#Alexa

💡 The More You Know 💡

Pigs orgasm for 30 minutes. 😳

Kinky mermaids…

Dear Diary,

I have this story I’ve been working on secretly for a while now that some of you may remember me talking about recently; what you may not know is that it’s my first ever attempt at a pure fantasy yarn with hardcore sexual elements. Not to mention a hot male/male/female (or MMM – male/male/mermaid?) relationship, something I’ve never written about. It’s hot, and my graphics team just finished the cover. The end result is this:

It’s actually finished, but I’m going to run it through my patented triple revision process just to make sure it’s exactly the way I want it. You guys know how neurotic I can be. 😅 After that? I’m giving it away to my Patreon subscribers, regardless of tier level, as a gift. It will be for sale on Amazon later next year, but they deserve things like this from time to time. 😊

Aside from the severe Tomb Raider/Skyrim-athon Anne and I subjected ourselves to today, there’s really not much to report.

Until tomorrow (bestie day!) …

#Alexa

💡 The More You Know 💡

Four popes have died during sex.

Anne’s slayed vagina…

Dear Diary,

“OK, these pants have to come off because they’re slaying my vagina.”

It was that comment that almost ended my life today. 😅

It was just the way Anne said it; you had to have been there. Maybe I should explain just a bit. See, Anne has this habit of running around naked when its just us girls, but I had some business paperwork to sign so I had it delivered to my place. Which meant she had to get dressed.

And she was not happy about it.

And apparently, her pants were slaying her vagina the entire time.

It only took a few minutes, but the second he left she plopped down on the bed and started wiggling out of her pants like they were full of ants. After about three seconds she glared at me and went “OK, these pants have to come off because they’re slaying my vagina. Can you please help me get these off?!” like it was the most severe, crucial thing ever.

I almost died right there. It was beautiful.

Little things like that just make my day.

Writing-wise, I killed it, completely finishing and compiling Voyeur: Season 1, Episode 5 (it’s scheduled to be released August 1st unless you’re a member of my Patreon, in which case you’ll be getting it free next month), getting about halfway through Knocking Up The MILF’s yellow revision, and laying the groundwork for some top-secret author stuff I’ll be announcing soon.

I’ll just say this for now: your girl is branching out!

My personal life, however, was nowhere near as impressive. I made plans to hang with the bestie Sunday, but other than that…boring. Well, with the small exception of Anne’s pants slaying her vagina. I’m not really complaining though. Dull days are nice sometimes. Especially for me, considering how crazy my life usually is.

I’m thinking about getting drunk tonight, I dunno. Drunk Skyrim sounds really appealing. And reading.

Until tomorrow, lov—

Liver: Wait a minute, wench. You promised no more drinking for the rest of the month.

Me: Prove it, motherfucker.

Liver: Fine. Let me check my texts… aaannnddd all my texts from you are gone.

[smiling smugly]

Liver: You deleted them when I was sleeping, didn’t you? Because you knew you were getting plastered tonight.

[smiling smugly]

Liver: I know you did. That’s fucked up. Does honesty mean nothing to you?

[smiling smugly]

Sucka.

Enjoy your weekend, loves.

I know I will.

#Alexa

💡 The More You Know 💡

The French national anthem, “La Marseillaise,” derived its title from the enthusiasm of the men of Marseilles, France, who sang it when they marched into Paris at the outset of the French Revolution. Rouget de Lisle, its composer, was an artillery officer. According to his account, he fell asleep at a harpsichord and dreamt the words and the music. Upon waking, he remembered the entire piece from his dream and immediately wrote it down.

The AlexaTrain 🚆

Dear Diary,

My bladder hates me. For some reason, it decided to wake me up last night every couple of hours, right as I was hitting REM. Which is a real problem, because my creativity, enthusiasm and overall quirkiness are all intrinsically tied to the amount of sleep I get.

So, you can guess how I’m feeling today. Tired. Unfocused. Hostile. Oh, and my periods early. So basically, fuck life. 😅

If you know me at all, you know that I’m exaggerating my attitude. One day of jagged sleep isn’t going to derail the AlexaTrain, believe me. Two won’t either. Three? I’m stabbing a motherfucker in the forehead. Drastic jump, I know, but this Diary is all about full disclosure, so whatever. 🔪

Despite my slightly fuzzy outlook, I managed to get a slew of author tasks knocked out, including adding more anime chicks to my website, finishing the yellow revision of Voyeur: Season 1, Episode 5 (the season finale), getting halfway into the yellow revision of my upcoming Disney (🐭) exclusive Knocking Up The MILF, and completely finishing the rough draft of a story I’ve been keeping from everyone, The Siren’s Song. It’s fucking hot. Short, but hot. Like me! 🙌

I also posted something on my Patreon, titled My Daily Schedule, and you can check it out here as soon as you’re done reading this entry: https://www.patreon.com/posts/18282669.

Ugh. Just typing all that out makes me exhausted. I did a lot more today than I thought! 😅

Which is why I’m about to hit the shower and go to bed. I need to sleep. Badly. I don’t want to have a second day of sleeplessness, and no one wants me getting to day three. 🔪🗡🍴

Thank you for reading, loves. ❤

#Alexa

Motherfucker count: 2 (slacking today, apparently)

“Any sex outside of the marriage bond between a man and a woman is violating God’s law.”

– Jerry Falwell

Pimping ain’t easy

Dear Diary,

Pimping ain’t easy, let me tell you. That’s kind of how I feel about the author game sometimes, especially on days like today where I seem to be knocking out an innumerable amount of non-writing author tasks. (Like replacing all the pictures in my Patreon tiers with anime chicks! 😅 I blame Selina. Seriously. It’s all her fault.) I just want to write! It’s like I’m more of a pimpstress than an author, and these responsibilities are cock-blocking my writing progress. There is so much behind the scenes work that goes on with being an independent, self-published word-slinger that it can be overwhelming at times, even for someone like me who practically breathes this shit.

If it wasn’t for my readers, my beloved Alexaliens®, I swear I would go batshit crazy. You guys make all this worth it, and make me continually strive to become a better, more versatile author. Which, of course, translates directly into sales.

It’s really a beautiful ecosystem.

As Natalie (my assistant/brother’s concubine) often tells me, “Give love, get love.”

But it’s more than that. I make my living doing this, and though I write erotica, I write in other genres too, and the lessons I learn from so many of you I carry over to my pen names in other genres as well.

I think my favorite rapper Tupac said what I’m trying to say best in his song Starin’ Through My Rear View:

“The world, the world is behind us

Once a motherfucker get an understanding on the game

and what the levels and the rules of the game is

then the world ain’t no trick no more

the world is a game to be played

so now we lookin’ at the world, from like, behind us

niggaz know what we gotta do, just gotta put our mind to it and do it

it’s all about the papers, money rule the world

bitches make the world go round

real niggaz do what they wanna do

bitch niggaz do what they can.”

True dat, Pac, true dat. 😍

I basically said all that to say this: I love you all. And I really mean it when I write that. I love you guys. I feel like I have a relationship with each of you, each different than the next, each delightful and fulfilling in its own unique way.

I know I have haters, but because of you guys, their voices are drowned out in a sea of love. You guys are like a protective wall, and something like that is invaluable, especially for someone like me. You have no idea.

Anyway, I better go. I have more words to smith. Thank you for reading.

Please don’t stop. 😊

#Alexa

💡 The More You Know 💡

Avocado is the Aztec word for testicle. In Aztec culture, avocados were considered sexually powerful and were restricted for virgins.

Being a naked fidget spinner

Dear Diary,

I went to bed last night and was so restless that I probably resembled a fidget spinner as I twirled around on my bed, flipping through position after position trying to get comfortable. I was all over that motherfucker. Luckily, I was in bed alone. Otherwise, someone would have ended up on the floor. 😅 It was obvious to me after an hour that I wasn’t going to be able to go to sleep, so I decided to be productive and use my insomnia to my advantage.

So, I slithered my naked ass (naked comment inserted exclusively for Selina 😏) over to the computer, briefly browsed through my task list for the day, and then proceeded to merc the shit out of everything on it. Long story short? By 6AM, everything I had planned to do throughout the day was complete.

Highlights: I finished flushing out my account on LibraryThing, completed the rough draft of Voyeur: Season 1 Episode 5 (Though honestly, I’m not happy with it yet. But then, it is a rough draft.), finally triumphed over Amazon in the battle over the paperback cover of When Daddy Was Away, and completely finished and compiled Interview With A Werewolf, which will be released September 1st (Unless you happen to be Ronnie, the VIP Patreon who requested the story. He has it in his hands now. 😜)

And then fielded an interesting question that gave me a bit of a pause on Facebook. A reader messaged me telling me she was a fan of mine (I really hate that word) and was shocked when I responded and even talked to her for a bit. She said she had written to other celebrities in the past (I quickly corrected her. I am not a celebrity! 😅) and never received a response from any of them.

The question she asked me was why I was so receptive and responsive to people.

My knee-jerk answer was something akin to “Why wouldn’t I be?” but I stopped and decided to think a bit deeper before I responded. After contemplating for a bit, I replied:

“Because we have a society built on idolization, and it shouldn’t be. We’re all humans. Celebrity is a man-made concept, and as such has little intrinsic value. Basically, I’m approachable because I truly believe that I’m no one special – I’m just someone who loves to write. Period. The last thing I want is someone looking up to me or turning me into some sort of metahuman. Be your own role-model. If I’m not part of the solution, I’m indubitably part of the problem, ya know? 😊”

She apparently liked my answer. I’m glad. It was the truth.

Anyway, I’m going to bed early, loves.

I’ll see all of you in the morning.

Thank you for reading. 💖

#Alexa

💡 The More You Know 💡

When Leo Tolstoy and his brother were children, they created a club with a peculiar, almost impossible initiation ceremony. In order to become a member, one had to stand in a corner for a half an hour and not think of anything white.

Beautiful disaster

Dear Diary,

I dived out of bed seconds after waking up, ass naked, and ran out my bedroom door. I knew (hoped 😳) my brother was at work already, and for some reason, that motherfucker didn’t wake me up this morning like he usually does. Of course, this wouldn’t normally be a problem, but I forgot to set my alarm clock last night and had a slew of things to do, so sleeping in was the worst possible thing that could have happened.

But you know me. I’m rabidly focused when push comes to shove. I do my best work, become my most productive, when my back is against the wall.

So, after almost burning my left titty on a cup of coffee, I swan-dived into my task list, writing on Voyeur: Season 1 Episode 5 for over four hours (I’m on Act V, the last Act of the book!), tore through my tasks, wrestled with Amazon (still) over the cover of the paperback version of When Daddy Was Away, and even woman-handled some surprise complications that erupted along the way. Oh, and I socialized with quite a few of you on Twitter and Tumblr.

In short: I had a blast. And I even managed to do most of the things I needed to. My day could best be described as a beautiful disaster, with the emphasis on beautiful. I still have things to do, but I’ll knock those out immediately after this entry.

And then I plan on soaking in a hot bath and reading my latest manga, Virgin na Kankei.

What are you guys reading? Seriously, let me know!

(Just so you guys know, I’m going to work on keeping my entries short, because I know the last thing you want to do is read a long, multi-chaptered post. So, I’ll work on condensing everything into a handful of short paragraphs. You’re welcome. 😊)

As always, thanks for reading.

I love you all.

#Alexa

“The signing of the Sex Pistols was a turning point for Virgin. It put the company on the map and, over the years, attracted bands such as Genesis, the Rolling Stones, Lenny Kravitz, and Janet Jackson. It also attracted Culture Club, who were ground-breaking.”

– Richard Branson

Short & Sweet

Dear Diary,

I’ll make this entry short & sweet: I laid in bed naked (most of the day, at least), finished reading Daddy I’m Sorry (which was a much better book than I thought it would be), watched a handful of YouTube videos on Artificial Intelligence, and played a bit of Shadow Era (a digital card game that I’ve absolutely fallen in love with).

That’s it.

And I loved every minute of it. This is what a Sunday is supposed to be.

Anyway, I’ll see you tomorrow.

Thanks for reading. 😊

#Alexa

💡 The More You Know 💡

The clitoris extends 9cm under the skin.

My most revealing Patreon post to date, perverted grandfathers, and falling in love with Tara Babcock. 😜

Dear Diary,

So I’ve been thinking a lot about sex lately, in case you can’t tell by my latest Patreon post titled “Creampies, swallowing, anal, gangbangs, double penetration, S&M, polyamory, interracial, tributes…and me.” (https://www.patreon.com/posts/18185371), a sort of one-sided never have I ever about all of those topics. You should read it. Like, now. I’ll wait.

If you’re reading this, I’m assuming you’ve read the Patreon post and you’ve returned to read the rest of this entry. Fucking wild, wasn’t it?! I bet you definitely see me differently now, don’t you? 😇

Anyway.

Moving on.

To be honest, today was all about relaxing, taking hot baths, and working on Voyeur: Season 1 Episode 5throughout the day. I sat down and wrote like a demoness for about three and a half hours, and then kind of drifted to Animal Crossing: New Leaf and Pokémon Moon. And I started drafting out a short Quickiesstory just for fun titled Bad Grandpa, though it will be a while before I do anything with it. Still, the skeleton’s there.

And then…

During the latter part of my day, I stumbled upon a channel while browsing through YouTube (something I do often when I’m in brain-dead mode) and immediately fell in love. The channel is owned by Tara Babcock, and it’s actually her second channel (she’s a major gamer, so her first channel is a gaming channel), and in this channel she basically vlogs about everything. Mainly sex. And, despite my initial assumption based on her looks and attire, she is highly fucking intelligent. I adore her. I even said this publicly, and she just as publicly thanked me (https://twitter.com/TaraBabcock/status/985323755239911424). I’m not going to lie, for a second, I fangirled out. 😅 I mean, bitch has almost 70,000 followers on Twitter and 332,718 subscribers on her second YouTube channel! 😳

[Humbled]

Anyway, here are some links. You should really check her out. Tell her Alexa Nichols sent you.

Tara Babcock

Gaming channel: https://www.youtube.com/tarababcockgames

Vlog Channel: https://www.youtube.com/user/tarababcockvlogs

Some of my favorite sex videos of hers (so far)

IS INCEST REALLY THAT BAD? (A theoretical conversation) https://youtu.be/88WojS-T6-g

WHY I AM NOT A FEMINIST! https://youtu.be/1hbkk66HVQo

HOW ANAL FEELS! https://youtu.be/zVxDEUOa6Bw

That’s all for now.

Sweet dreams, #Alexaliens. I love you all.

And, as always, thank you for reading.

Seriously.

#Alexa

💡 The More You Know 💡

The blue whale can ejaculate about 200 gallons of semen.

Why my panties unexpectedly dropped

Dear Diary,

I hopped out of bed this morning at the usual time, went through my regular daily routine, trekked to Anne’s, set up my laptop and peripherals, turned the lights down, slipped on my headphones…

And then took them off and looked back at Anne with a blank expression and announced that, for some reason, I just wasn’t feeling it today.

And I wasn’t.

There was not an ounce of creativity in me, and I have no idea why. It wasn’t like I was in some sort of existential author mindset or anything, I just had nothing in me creatively to work with. It was bizarre.

So, I got in bed with Anne and watched some TV with her, and we both fell asleep. I then proceeded to have nightmare after nightmare – something I usually don’t have.

It’s just been an odd day all around. Not bad. Just bizarre.

I did go back to the computer later on in the day and manage to get a few author tasks done (I’ll finish the rest this weekend), including completing the outline for Voyeur: Season 1 Episode 5, going back and forth with Amazon over the paperback version of When Daddy Was Away (I managed to knock out one of their three complaints), and finding out that the audiobook cover change for When Daddy Was Away was finally changed over to the new version.

Now about my panties.

They dropped unexpectedly last night (True story. I almost tripped.) when I became aware of a certain review left for one of my novels, Taken, which has yet to go live on Amazon but should soon. Here it is in its entirety (if you want to read it via his post, you can find it here: https://buff.ly/2vhYuSU)

This is the most blisteringly intense story ever… for the first time in my life I needed to take a break in the middle of a book.

If you superficially think that this is about  a kidnap and gang rape – you are so wrong. The mind behind this story obviously has an extremely deep knowledge about human psyche and primal instincts and how they rule from the deep, the logical conscious mind we use everyday.

Just like author’s other stories this one smashes the norms of civilization into pieces and tears down the borders of imagination; questions everything you believe and trust – from religious faith to the “strong and independent woman” concept – which is pretty fashionable lately. Puts the reader face to face with the cold harsh reality of the domination of pure raw physical strength and how an average person could be helpless against it.

The moment when main female protagonist let her self completely go will make you question yourself about almost any rule of moral you have – and everything you believe about your physical and mental faculties.

This tale dragged me into it viciously and completely filled my mind with it atmosphere. To do such thing it usually takes a huge production team from writer, vfx artists, actors to directors and haunting musical scores. This author, Alexa Nichols achieved the same affect on me just by herself using words.

Mindblowing…

See, reviews like this just let me know that I’m doing the right thing by being a writer. I mean, I know I’m not the best there is, and I know I have a weird writing style compared to more traditional authors out there (emotional and concise – admittedly this is by design, however, not mental defect), but that I’m getting reviews like these – well thought out, articulated, and passionate – just make me all fuzzy inside.

And so many of you leave them! 😳

My eyes are legit watering right now.

I’m getting all emotional.

I need to stop writing this entry.

Especially since Anne is presently leaning her entire body over me watching me write this, thinking she can pressure me into quitting just because she rented Justice League from Redbox and then got junk food to go with it.

I can still write with her on me. And I don’t need junk food.

Iron will.

(Notices she got me a bag of mini Twix. And extra buttered popcorn.)

…

Enjoy your weekend, loves! 💖

#Alexa

“I blame my mother for my poor sex life. All she told me was ‘the man goes on top and the woman underneath.’ For three years my husband and I slept in bunk beds.”

– Joan Rivers

Blue. Waffles. 😳

Dear Diary,

As lovely as it was yesterday to relax and unwind, it felt so good to jump back into my routine and start writing again. Well, I didn’t exactly fall back into my routine – I woke up shortly after 4AM and started everything early just because I was so anxious to let loose with all this pent-up creativity.

And boy did I.

I spent over four hours outlining Voyeur: Season 1 Episode 5, almost finishing it. I would have completed it if I didn’t have to go back over the previous episodes in the series to refamiliarize myself with everything. Luckily, I kept detailed notes, so everything came back to me relatively quickly. Going over the previous episodes made me realize that I’m going to have to edit and re-release them, however, as they are peppered with little grammatical errors that somehow, I missed the first time around.

When I finally reprogrammed myself for the Voyeur series, I sat down and started outlining everything for episode 5 and even season two’s first episode and was amazed at how fast the clock started counting down. It kind of pissed me off. 😅

My mood was lightened considerably throughout the day though, especially when an old high school friend and I started going back and forth on Facebook Messenger trying to gross each other out. I ended the competition a little while ago by introducing her to blue waffles. #Winning 😄

Our banter helped me knock out the rest of my tasks, like making the requested changes to the newly revised paperback version of When Daddy Was Away (which they’ll hopefully accept tomorrow), and finally starting the transformation process of making Interview With A Werewolf an eBook. Which should also be done by tomorrow. 🙌

Tomorrow cannot get here fast enough!

I think I’m going to sign off now and finish reading my current book, Daddy, I’m Sorry, which is a bizarre story with several twists I didn’t expect. Which is rare for a voracious reader such as myself. It’s a pleasant change.

Until tomorrow loves.

Stay happy. 😊

#Alexa

💡 The More You Know 💡

Thailand is the world leader in women cutting off their husbands’ penises.

Why I was twitching and an epic resting bitch face

Dear Diary,

I had no idea how tightly I was wound up until I took the day off and was practically forced to unwind. Just relaxing alone was amazing, but spending the majority of the day with Rebecca made it so much better. It was like I exhaled a breath I didn’t even know I was holding.

I definitely need to take days off more often, at least a few times a month.

To be honest, though, it wasn’t pretty at first. 😅 I kept trying to sneak in work things, and Anne kept getting on my case as a result. This happened for over an hour. I finally just gave up and tried to enjoy myself and not think about anything work-related. I really started to twitch when I received an email from Amazon saying I need to correct like four different things for the paperback version of When Daddy Was Away before they can approve it for sale. Anne practically had to tackle me away from the computer. 😆

I’m so glad she did. I only did two responsible things today: go grocery shopping with Anne to get her place stocked back up, and not slap the shit out of our cashier, who had the most epic resting bitch face I have ever seen. I should have taken a picture of it for this entry. Is that against the law I wonder? 🤔 If I find out it isn’t motherfuckers are going to be in trouble. 😁

Anyway, Anne rented Pitch Perfect 3 from Redbox and is bouncing around behind me waiting to watch it, so I’ll end this entry here.

Before I go: learn from my mistakes. No matter how passionate you are about something, or how many things you absolutely have to do, just drop everything sometimes and spend some time with someone you care about. You won’t regret it. Either will they. Whatever it is you were doing or have to do will still be there waiting. Can you say the same thing about your loved ones?

#Alexa

💡 The More You Know 💡

The children’s game “Ring Around the Rosey” and the words that accompany it (“Ring around the rowy, pocket full of posy, ashes, ashes, all fall down”) derive from the medieval practice of scattering rose petals in a circle around one’s bed (“ring around the rosy”) and carrying small bouquets (“pocket full of posy”) as protection against the aromas created by the disease and decay of the Black Plague (“all fall down”).