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“Laughing at the universe liberated my life. I escape its weight by laughing. I refuse any intellectual translations of this laughter, since my slavery would commence from that point on.” ~Georges Bataille

Let Heyoka’s thunder-laughter guide you through the absurd. This kind of laughter shreds false armor. It melts through the golden idol of your petty beliefs. It cooks your anthropomorphized God over an open firepit. It’s your laughing, jesting, frolicking higher awareness, dragging you kicking and screaming through a Dark Night of the Soul.

If, on the “other side,” you should be existentially stripped bare, then so be it. It was necessary to shed the outdated “skin” of your cultural conditioning. Your clumsy armor was only ever the illusion of invulnerability anyway. True strength is absolute vulnerability.

Heyoka just rubs your nose in it. Saying, “This is your true Self: a fragile, fallible, mortal animal going through the motions of living for a short period of time. Now, what are you going to do with that?”

As Alan Watts asked, “Is it cry, cry, cry; or is it laugh, laugh, laugh?”

Written by Gary Z McGee
 
"I could see the road ahead of me. I was poor and I was going to stay poor. But I didn't particularly want money. I didn't know what I wanted. Yes, I did. I wanted someplace to hide out, someplace where one didn't have to do anything. The thought of being something didn't only appall me, it sickened me. The thought of being a lawyer or a councilman or an engineer, anything like that, seemed impossible to me. To get married, to have children, to get trapped in the family structure. To go someplace to work every day and to return. It was impossible. To do things, simple things, to be part of family picnics, Christmas, the 4th of July, Labor, Mother's Day . . . was a man born just to endure those things and then die? I would rather be a dishwasher, return alone to a tiny room and drink myself to sleep.

My father had a master plan. He told me, "My son, each man during his lifetime should buy a house. Finally he dies and leaves that house to his son. Then his son gets his own house and dies, leaves both houses to his son. That's two houses. That son gets his own house, that's three houses . . ."

The family structure. Victory over adversity through the family. He believed in it. Take the family, mix with God and Country, add the ten-hour day and you had what was needed.

I looked at my father, at his hands, his face, his eyebrows, and I knew that this man had nothing to do with me. He was a stranger. My mother was non-existent. I was cursed. Looking at my father I saw nothing but indecent dullness. Worse, he was even more afraid to fail than most others. Centuries of peasant blood and peasant training. The Chinaski bloodline had been thinned by a series of peasant-servants who had surrendered their real lives for fractional and illusionary gains. Not a man in line who said, "I don't want a house, I want a thousand houses, now!"

He had sent me to that rich high school hoping that the ruler's attitude would rub off on me as I watched the rich boys screech up in their cream-colored coupes and pick up the girls in bright dresses. Instead I learned that the poor usually stay poor. That the young rich smell the stink of the poor and learn to find it a bit amusing. They had to laugh, otherwise it would be too terrifying. They'd learned that, through the centuries. I would never forgive the girls for getting into those cream-colored coupes with the laughing boys. They couldn't help it, of course, yet you always think, maybe . . . But no, there weren't any maybes. Wealth meant victory and victory was the only reality.

What woman chooses to live with a dishwasher?"

Quote from ham on rye - Charles Bukowski
 
" To me it's always always a good day when I can look at my reflection,and think this is a good place to hide" J.H
 
Valentina

I saw an angel on my TV
Could I be dreaming? Someone pinch me
She had me at "Hello, it's me!"
You know who you are
Your smile could light up my darkest day
How many challenges you could have slayed
But they made you turn and walk away

Valentina
A mi me encanta, Valentina
Como hermosa es tu sonrisa
Eres muy perfecta y bonita
Valentina
Ella es solamente heroína
Gia Gunn es la China más Latina
¿Por qué Blac Chyna no es Nina Bo'Nina?

Valentina ¿toma no ahora
Esa cosa en tu boca?
¿Esa cosa en tu boca?
(Favorito, favorito, baby)
Valentina, este es un lipsync
¿cómo no entiendes?
¿Cómo no entiendes?
(Favorito, favo-yeah)

Por favor, me gustaría mantenerlo
A Diós le pido y la virgen de Guadalupe
Somos las reinas de serpientes
Pero reinamos con amor

Rojita, rojita, mascarita
Codicioso, finito finito
Tal vez no te guste, tal vez no te guste
Pero me veo como Evangelista
Rojita, rojita, mascarita
Codicioso, finito finito
Tal vez no te guste, tal vez no te guste
Pero me veo como Evangelista

Valentina
A mi me encanta, Valentina
Como hermosa es tu sonrisa
Eres muy perfecta y bonita
Valentina
Ella es solamente heroína
Gia Gunn es la China más Latina
¿Por qué Blac Chyna no es Nina Bo'Nina?

Valentina, para tu M&M's
sólamente rojas
Sólamente rojas
(Favortio, favorito, baby)
Valentina, para tus hermanas
sólamente rosas
Sólamente rosas

Valentina
A mi me encanta, Valentina
La planeta es en mucha peligra
Y este Presidente no es mía (No, no, no)
Rojita, rojita mascarita
Codicioso, finito finito
Sólamente rojas, sólamente rojas
Rojita, rojita, mascartia
Codicioso, finito finito
Sólamente rosas, sólamente rosas
Valentina
 
Not even sure what this is called....I guess Daddy Cop (Cop Cuties)...but from The Rookie

Is that a baton in your pocket
Or are you just happy to see me?
She puts the short in shortie
He looks like he wants to chase me
Cop cuties, cute and on duty
Baby-blue booties
Go ahead and lock me up
Arrest me, but make it sexy
Arrest me, but make it sexy

Put me in the back of your car
And we'll start a verbal flirtation
I'm doing tax fraud and arson
So you'll take me down to your station
Cop cuties, cute and on duty
Baby-blue booties
Go ahead and lock me up
Arrest me, but make it sexy
Sell me some meth, please
So I can get arrested by this daddy of a cop
With his daddy cop walk
And his daddy cop arms
And his daddy cop butt
Cop cuties, cute and on duty
Cop cuties, cute and on duty

I've got my own cuffs
Let me lock you up
I've got my own cuffs
Let me lock you up
I've got my own cuffs
They're made of pink fluff
Let me lock you up

Arrest me, but make it sexy
Arrest me, but make it sexy
 
I Wrote this a couple of months ago -

[Verse] From a broken home, she's a broken soul, with a bad habit she's stuck in an almighty hole.
A hole filled up with depression, 27 she's still not learned her lesson, separated from the people she needs, because of her self centred greed.

[Pre chorus] you do you, you do you, you do you boo, it'll be okay

[Chorus] You will see one day it'll all be okay, work towards your goals, meet your family and wish that you really had stayed but you really had to gooooooooooooooooo, really had to go that day that dayyyy

[Verse2] All she needs is a little bit of love, and some guidance from the watchers above, but she's sure that she can't trust them, long ago she gave up talking, praying, please someone assist this lost entity, between us we can guide and help her be free, from this negative circumstance, put on her raving shoes and she'll dance Dance dance.

[Pre chorus]

[Chorus]
You will see one day it'll all be okay, work towards your goals, meet your family and wish that you really had stayed but you really had to gooooooooooooooooo, really had to go that day that dayyyy
[Final Chorus]

[Outro]
Prayers are answered when you pray each day, pray that the disease and the demons go away, negative opinions don't listen to what them people gotta say, you do you boo it'll come okayyyyyyyyyyyyy.

(My thoughts go out to anyone suffering and struggling with addiction, keep at it, get help, make small changes, it'll get better, good luck)

You do you do you do you boooooooooo.
 
Kellsee said:
He who wants a rose must respect the thorn
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A echo on thorn 'thrown in as kid, Roses'.
Hurted ,wonder bout it
Did the damage hurt the owner of the Roses, too ?

And was it felt towards the Roses or you.
As a few thorn s self inflicted or accidental.
Have no effect s mental.

Pain after certain age become s relative.
But the one that threw, me again i wonder ?
'... pushed that 6 year old with premeditation in ...'

A childhood sin or a good begin ?
 
emkee_reinvented said:
"Whatever started in anger, ended in shame" B. Franklin


@writeasong , read it with Eek-a-Mouse playing.
In my head it sounded as he sung it, love the text. 🤙
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So, I feel uneducated, but have learned something new today. 1. eek-a-mouse- Just briefly looked him up as I had never heard of him, going to read more about him and his music.
2. I'd heard the word singJay before, but had never learned what it meant, on looking it up i realised that I use that style on some of the songs I write. Also, Toasting. Yes, I use this too. Thankyou for your feedback.
 
I want to be with those who know secret things or else alone.
Rainer Maria Rilke

I foresee that man will resign himself each day to new abominations, and soon that only bandits and soldiers will be left.
Jorge Luis Borges
 
writeasong said:
So, I feel uneducated, but have learned something new today. 1. eek-a-mouse- Just briefly looked him up as I had never heard of him, going to read more about him and his music.
2. I'd heard the word singJay before, but had never learned what it meant, on looking it up i realised that I use that style on some of the songs I write. Also, Toasting. Yes, I use this too. Thankyou for your feedback.
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No thanks, but what is singJay ? Never heard about it.

"you do you, you do you, you do you boo, it'll be okay"
Eek-a-Mouse, tallest mouse in the house, could have sung that.



"Mammie and Daddie a we are so poor, we all had to sleep on the floor"
 
writeasong said:
So, I feel uneducated, but have learned something new today. 1. eek-a-mouse- Just briefly looked him up as I had never heard of him, going to read more about him and his music.
2. I'd heard the word singJay before, but had never learned what it meant, on looking it up i realised that I use that style on some of the songs I write. Also, Toasting. Yes, I use this too. Thankyou for your feedback.
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Your a great toaster in my head. Toasting is kinda freestyle like dance hall, right.

Toasting: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Toasting_(Jamaican_music) led to ->
SingJay-ing: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Singjay

Michael Rose, SingJay-er:



Up in smoke cover.
 
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"I am not well; I could have built the pyramids with the effort it takes me to cling on to life and reason". - Franz Kafka
 
Unfortunately I cannot give the author of this quote as I do not know who wrote it, however I really like it and I often use it in my volunteer work helping people come to terms with losing their sight.
Endurance is the spirit that can bare things, not simply with resignation, but with blazing hope.
It is the quality that will keep a man on his feet with his face to the wind.
It is the virtue that can transmute the hardest of trials into glory.
Because beyond the pain, it sees the goal.
 
"My story isn't pleasant, it's not sweet and harmonious like the invented stories; it tastes of folly and bewilderment, of madness and dream, like the life of all people who no longer want to lie to themselves." - Herman Hesse
 
I've learned that.people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel. -- Maya Angelou
 
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