I Wouldn't Like You...

The Need for Otherness.

Stuck in Kafka's Sink Trap

[Verse 1]

I've been looking all over for you

In all of the drains of the city

I've been looking for words to describe you

I don't even know what you are to me

[Chorus]

You're a bright light, a white noise, a long corridor

A red moth in my room, flying at my head

A wise woman at the bar, crying quiet

A gentle riot

[Verse 2]

But I only came here to feel my body

I am a ghost, where are my bones

How can you blame me for not being sorry

My birthday card got lost in the post

[Chorus]

And it's a bright light, a white noise, a long corridor

A red moth in my room, flying at my head

A wise woman at the bar, crying quiet

A gentle riot

Ohhh, ooh-ooh-ooh

[Bridge]

But if you bury yourself, I will dig you out again

That's what lovеrs do

If you hurt yourself I will take you under my wing

I'm your lovеr and I'm loving you

If you bury yourself, I will dig you out again

That's what lovers do

If you hurt yourself I will take you under my wing

I'm your lover and I'm loving you

I'm your lover and I'm...

[Outro]

Try'na stay well fed but it's exhausting

When nothing I do is from feeling

I feel like this every weekend

But I'll get over it, I'll get over it

I'm try'na stay well fed but I've been slipping down the drain

And I'm talking to you now but I don't feel sane

I feel like this every day

But I'll get over it I'll ----- aaarrrtggggghhhh

Re-Framing....

Post-Human Anthems...

The iris is the colored part of the eye, and it controls the amount of light entering the eye by regulating the size of the pupil, the black opening in the center. It acts like a shutter, allowing more or less light to reach the retina, the light-sensitive layer at the back of the eye.

The Sad Songs of Magical Realism...

...and some Little Chrystal Masks (lies)

Alley

Before Night Falls

Got Anxiety?

 

...Get TRUST?

...e-r-r-r-r TRUST!

Meden Agan!

Nietzsche:

"I should only believe in a God that would know how to dance. And when I saw my devil, I found him serious, thorough, profound, solemn: he was the spirit of gravity - through him all things fall. Not by wrath, but by laughter do we slay. Come, let us slay the spirit of gravity!"

"And we should consider every day lost on which we have not danced at least once. And we should call every truth false which was not accompanied by at least one laugh".

"Without music, life would be a mistake".

Chasing Rubies...

...Closed Fists

Open Hearts...

Can't Hold Back Spring...

 

The Tiger and the Snow... City Lights...?

L'Antidote

1 - Smile

2-  Love

3 - Nature

4 - Friedship

5 - Magic

6 - Dance

7 - Cookery

8 - Music

The pomegranate is a symbol of fertility, death, rebirth, and the cycle of life and death

The 11th Station: Jesus is Nailed to the Cross...

Jalaluddin Rumi, "The Guest House"

This being human is a guest house. Every morning a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor. Welcome and entertain them all! Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows, who violently sweep your house empty of its furniture, still, treat each guest honorably. He may be clearing you out for some new delight. The dark thought, the shame, the malice, meet them at the door laughing, and invite them in. Be grateful for whoever comes, because each has been sent as a guide from beyond.

The Hebrew word for "eleven" is "אחת עשרה" (achath esreh)

Goin' on a Mission to Mars...

One, two, three
Spitting bullets on the beat
I'm a sick little puppy who gets lucky when he speaks
Blessed with a silver tongue, chest with an iron lung
Extra terrestrial, tentacles, alien
Psychopathic tendencies, a pathologic entity
If everything is set in stone, then this is how it's meant to be
Elementary, dear Watson, you might find
Yourself in side the mind of the illest of our time
Let's get it popping, hot rocking
I'm Freddy Kruger, I'm chopping
I turn it up to eleven, the Demigorgon of Oppin
The strangest thing, I'm the boss when
The danger lingers, I'm plotting
Sweet like a spoon full of sugar
Because I'm Mary like Poppins
The double barrel is cocking
A shotgun shell to the noggin'
I'm coughing catchy bronchitis
You're in your funeral coffin
No stopping, blocking me not when
I pick the world up, I'm squatting
And when I take from the rich
I'm in your hood and I'm Robbin
Four, five, six, spit a crucifix
Six-six-six flow, crucify a catholic
Maverick, anti-hero, villain not protagonist
Words are kind of muffled when you're sucking on my massive
Who's the fucking illest, who's the realest, who's the baddest kid?
Call the police on this beat before I damage it
A kiddie called Screech on the streets, I'm a masochist
So far from reach, I'm the type to kill a pacifist
Catalyst for chemical combustion, I'm the analyst
Of metaphors and similes and synonyms, an alchemist
Evangelist - spread the words I speak like they're cancerous
Pragmatist - think before I speak then I answer it
Pull up, pull up, pull up to the place
When I pull it, bang, a bullet sang it, shot right into space
Music for the hooligans, let loose on the estate
Call the police and the riot vans, the people want to play, hey!
Freedom now, has lost all meaning, how
Can we all be free in a hierarchic breeding ground?
The poor get poorer while
The rich get rich in style
I'll be a heretic, kill a king, take his crown
Top of the throne, top of the kingdom I own
Top of the streets that I roam
Top of the dome, spitting for Britain
I show 'em bars like a cellular phone
Hyping like Tyson, an icon, go twice in
Left, right in, I'm striking like I'm biting like a python
Ready? I'm heavy, I'm Mercury, I am Freddy
So eat my words, fill your belly
Like alphabet spaghetti
I am a rap-star
Don't believe me, the facts are
I spit fast like I'm Nascar
Don't believe me?
Then fuck ya
Ah shit
I don't feel so well
I don't feel so well
I don't feel so well
Call a medic for myself
I don't feel so hot, my brother
Aching, shaking, stop then stutter
Things gone wrong
Hit by King, King Kong
A Swan-ton bomb like Hardy Brothers
I don't feel so fresh, my bro
Things get slurry, speaking slow
Head in Hong Kong, wonton soup
Is what I have for brains, I know
That I want to spread these tattered wings, hold them high
Banished from the heavens but I'm knocking on the sky
Living with depression is a blessing in disguise
Never second guessing, intuition getting wise
Want to sink into the pupil of my eye
Travel to the corner of my cornea and mind
Look for all the answers that I never seem to find
Till then, I guess I'm still the illest of our time

J'Adore!

verse 1

people in a hurry in the metro, which are jostling in the oars

people who smoke in the bistro, aerial smoke

of which the old ladies complain

there are people who cry, all the time

There are people who dance, everywhere and anyway

I love

I love:

verse 2

there are the gites who love each other more

the people who doubt, and those who fear

people who lose themselves, who know more

the people who are boring, who are the ass

Words

The people who weigh, those we hear on the radio

and there are people who dance, everywhere and anytime, anytime

I love

verse 3

there are people who know, people who fall in

and others who wait, who pass time

there are people, Chills, and then there are the fearful

the people who are listening to, speak in the wind

who do world, who will survive them

and in the middle of all this, there are people who dance

everywhere, in silence, I love

Karma Time?

Rights... and Responsibilities.

PPM

Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea

And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honah Lee

Little Jackie Paper loved that rascal Puff

And brought him strings, and sealing wax, and other fancy stuff

Oh, Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea

And frolicked in the autumn mist, in a land called Honah Lee

Puff, the magic dragon, lived by the sea

And frolicked in the autumn mist, in a land called Honah Lee

Together they would travel on a boat with billowed sail

Jackie kept a lookout perched on Puff's gigantic tail

Noble kings and princes would bow whenever they came

Pirate ships would lower their flags when Puff roared out his name

Oh, Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea

And frolicked in the autumn mist, in a land called Honah Lee

Puff, the magic dragon, lived by the sea

And frolicked in the autumn mist, in a land called Honah Lee

A dragon lives forever, but not so little boys

Painted wings and giant's rings make way for other toys

One gray night it happened, Jackie Paper came no more

And Puff, that mighty dragon, he ceased his fearless roar

His head was bent in sorrow, green scales fell like rain

Puff no longer went to play along the cherry lane

Without his lifelong friend, Puff could not be brave

So Puff, that mighty dragon, sadly slipped into his cave

Oh, Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea

And frolicked in the autumn mist, in a land called Honah Lee

Puff, the magic dragon, lived by the sea

And frolicked in the autumn mist, in a land called Honah Lee

Red Dirt Girl

Throwback Time

Big Wieners...e-r-r-r...Winners!

h/t - Gert

Sylvan Creatures

The adjective sylvan refers to a shady, wooded area. The word suggests a peaceful, pleasant feeling, as though you were far away from the noise of modern life

Politics...

Marriage...

...a shared obscenity?  Or more?

a shared 'State' of existence?

...removed from the Paradise of Bachelors and Tartarus of the Maids

Oh My!

Jen + Nikhil + FJ et al, in Oz

h/t - Woodsterman

Uno Para Nikhil....

...Entre dos Aguas - An endosymbiotic fusion of Flamenco & Jazz... where it's not altogether apparent which swallowed which.

She past Away - Soluk

Join us This is the last call your god is wrong Join us This is the last call your god is wrong see the light Join us This is the last call your god is wrong see the light Join us This is the last call your god is wrong see the light Remember the wise He is the one who guides Submission With the consciousness of nothingness faulty design The end is near Budding with lies Civilization is decaying, increasingly Civilization Budding with lies Civilization is gradually decaying Civilization It's gradually rotting Remember the wise He is the one who guides Submission With the consciousness of nothingness faulty design The end is near Budding with lies Civilization is decaying more and more Civilization Budding with lies Civilization is decaying more and more Budding with lies Civilization is decaying more and more

Google translated from Turkish