I have found a copy of the Batman Exclusive Original Television Soundtrack Album  and it is the most awesome thing i have ever heard. Behold 24 minutes of breathtaking suspense!

1) Batman Theme, http://www.mediafire.com/?abxygmj1szl
2) Batman Riddles The Riddler! - Or - (Hi Diddle Riddle), http://www.mediafire.com/?1bpyzz2dlz0
3) Batusi A-Go! -Go! - Or - (I Shouldn't Wish To Attract Attention), http://www.mediafire.com/?eszpg2d9vdy
4) Two Perfectly Ordinary People - Or - (!!!!), http://www.mediafire.com/?a2bexedxtyn
5) Holy-hole-in-the-Doughnut - Or - (Robin You've Done It Again), http://www.mediafire.com/?1dtmi2vjkzi
6) Batman Pows The Penguin - Or - (Aha, My Fine Feathered Finks!), http://www.mediafire.com/?b3b0ragz5ud
7) To The Batmobile!, http://www.mediafire.com/?3ouhlmfhtje
8 ) Batman Blues, http://www.mediafire.com/?3bsmuksxxmg
9) Holy Flypaper, http://www.mediafire.com/?82mndnzlxm2
10) Batman Thaws Mr. Freeze - Or - (That's The Way The Ice Cube Crumbles!), http://www.mediafire.com/?eslb3oxxvxj
11) Gotham City, http://www.mediafire.com/?elymgmkayvf
12) Zelda Tempts Batman Or (Must He Go It Alone???), http://www.mediafire.com/?3nglcdjw930

1, 8 and 11 are actual tracks. 2, 3, 4, 5 and 7 are from the episode "Hi diddle Fiddle...Smack in the middle". 12 is from "Zelda the Great...a death worse than fate". 9, well that's just got robin aka the boy wonder and Dick Grayson (burt ward).

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I wrote a story last night. I'm not much of a writer but I'm gonna post it anyways.

I lay on the daybed in the backyard; the warmth of the sun unfortunately did not distract me from the chilly breeze and left me shivering. At such a time it was the instinctive custom of Cat to come and sleep upon my chest but such a thing did not happen.
I had not seen cat for 5 days, her food bowl has not been touched nor has any of her winter-coat materialised mysteriously on the carpet. According to the telegraph pole posters and the council paper/magazine/property catalogue dozens of residents were also left sin los animales domésticos.
The wind then suddenly changed direction and I caught scent of a strange alien perfume. A juxtaposition of decay and fertility, heady and alluring. My curiosity was sparked and I endeavoured to climb my neighbour’s fence.
I say endeavoured for it was not an easy feat as the fence was a wall of smooth, imposing, grey stone with few crags and seams to aid the ascent. Atop the wall I could see the canopy of a large yet delicate tree, its fragile canopy danced gracefully in the breeze with its shimmering green leaves.
It seductively beseeched that I come closer and explore it foliage and discover its fine fruits. I curiously accepted the invitation and jumped across to the nearest branch and in hindsight I wouldn’t have done so due to my initial impressions of the tree.
Luckily it was strong enough to support my weight, although I almost fell off as stripped of a large portion if its outer bark thus, revealing fleshy under layer the colour of living flesh.
The large fragile green leaves shielded long pole like fruit hanging from the branches like tubular bells. They were either both wholly red and black at the same time or a motley of red and black. Like a stupid animal I picked the fruit and consumed it voraciously. Juicy and sickly sweet, the flesh was smooth and invigorating in its texture although the leathery skin, like that of an apple or pear, stuck between incisors. I ate fair amount more of these sweet fruits and lay calmly in the boughs of the tree for a time seemingly immemorial feeling much like my monkey ancestors.
Some time later I descended from the tree, blind to whatever lay below the canopy. Trapped in giddy delirium I dropped down upon the soft crab grass lawn beneath the tree and with my curiosity still unsated, very much unlike my appetite, I went and explored this wondrous garden. I saw strange and rare animals and plants from places that neither exists or known by western civilisation. I soon chanced upon a water feature. How thirsty I was, my head was aching with the sheer intensity of dehydration.
“Ah! A watering hole!” I exclaimed, for it was in fact what lay before my sleepy eyes. Peering into the crystal pool did I finally see my appearance. My once mismatched hazel eyes know had bloody red hue and my face all skeletal and dirty like a woodwo and I was completely nude for I had abandoned my clothes in the garden somewhere. This all did not bother me for one moment because I had discovered true freedom. I drank from the watering hole yet I could still not quench my first, at this point my headache had become unbearable and it was a task to stand. In my stupor I decided to go for a swim to clear my head and miraculously it worked. I now felt embarrassed by my own nakedness and hurried back to my clothes near the base of the tree.
Fully clothed I soon prepared to climb the tree again but now I saw the tree for what it truly was. The grass around the tree was entirely barren but the tree was still hearty and strong. Sadly this was not the worst for at the base did I see a menagerie of household pets and wild fauna. Cats, dogs, birds, ferrets, mice, rabbits and marsupials lay at the roots decaying at an unholy pace; some animals clearly had roots protruding into their carcasses whilst the plant seemingly drained the body of all moisture. Amongst the dead I saw Cat her white sock feet unmistakeable compared to the greenish black of the foetid soil. I tore her carcase away from the root system and rapped her in my shirt. I then tied the shirt together and held onto it with my mouth and climbed back up the wall.
I buried her that night in the garden.


I'm just trying to build my writing skills and criticism is widely accepted. Also title suggestions are welcome.
Yes I am Australian so the spelling is British English rather than American English.

I think that Connor Oberst sucks massively nowadays on a count of him being all spiritualisticaly upity and trying really hard to be political. Don't get me wrong "When the President Talks To God" is a favourite of mine and that is overtly political also, i think that "Four Winds" has some sweet and imaginative metaphors to describe America. It's just that he tries to show his political leanings in every song on Cassadaga. He also comes off as someone with an inflated idea of their own person.
But wait rebuttalers, i do know that in his songs he showed poor self image and esteem so in away it's a good thing that he feels more self-important.
On Cassadaga he tries to appeal to a wider audience and spread his political ideology to more people. If  anything it's made it harder for me to listen to his older stuff.
Oberst once sang:

"Tim I've heard your album and it's better than good"

Tim Kasher's albums are not better than good they're better than awesome, The Good Life and Cursive, Oberst's just aren't anymore.
Thank God that Saddle Creek has Kasher.

Goin to go back to school on Tuesday.

Luckily the term will revolve around testing instead of assignments. For no apparent reason i find it easier to study than to sit down and write up an essay for anything but English.  Test are unavoidable and  you get marked for what  you know rather than what you can find out. I cant put it down to laziness because I spend hours studying in various vigorous ways.
One problem with these soon to occur exams are the fact that half of them will be scraped or completely changed in the next few years and after I get my HSC in the next few years it would be a redundant piece of paper not worth a rat's to anyone. Then, after the HSC I'll go to Uni and do a Bachelor of Science and move across to a Bachelor of Surgery after that. All while racking up a huge HECS debt along the way that will haunt me for years to come.
Oh how I wish tertiary education was still free.