8/17/17
MISS ME, MISTER?
Missed me, missed me, now you've got to kiss me
If you kiss me, mister, I might tell my sister
If I tell her, mister, she might tell my mother
And my mother, mister, she might tell my father
And my father mister, he won't be too happy
And he'll have his lawyer come up from the city and arrest you, mister
So I wouldn't miss me if you get me, mister, see
8/2/17
7/26/17
TRAUMA BONDING
Badmouth, sad mouth, you were an unhappy child
That doesn't make your lying tongue alright
That doesn't make your lying tongue alright
Wash it out, wash it out, wash it out
'cause everything is poison
You'll be the unhappy one
Your lips taste of poison
You're gonna be left alone
PJ
You'll be the unhappy one
Your lips taste of poison
You're gonna be left alone
6/1/17
CURRENT READ: CARL JUNG ON CONSCIOUSNESS
4/3/17
ON LIFE AND FRUSTRATIONS
© Anna Leevia |
Children must be encouraged to experiment and to understand that, occasionally, failure is a part of life and not a cause for shame. They have to be encouraged to put themselves in other people’s shoes, even those who are suffering, as they’ll develop empathy by feeling for others. Once they lose the fear of feeling the pain inherent to life, they can humbly accept the uncertainty of the human condition: the fact that we know nothing of our future.
People who have a higher tolerance to uncomfortable situations learn to live better with doubt, which is essential to keep the brain “spongelike” and open to the new; they are also able to make honest assessments of themselves, an important skill for their emotional and intellectual evolution throughout life.
Dr. Flavio Gikovate
2/15/17
2/6/17
"ONLY IN BRAZIL"
One of my favorite albums is Fernanda Abreu's Veneno da Lata. Finally there is a documentary that tells the crazy story that inspired the album: in 1987, shortly after the end of the dictatorship in Brazil, 22 TONS of marijuana vacuum packed in cans were dumped in Rio's coast. Months later, big part of the 15.000 cans started washing ashore Rio and Sao Paulo, bringing happiness to thousands of people that never tried that high quality product - plus, for FREE. A gift from Iemanjá! You can watch the full doku (unfortunately without subtitles) here:
2/4/17
YOU'RE ART NOUVEAU
You fashion words that fools lap up
And call yourself a poet
Tattooed pretense upon your skin
So everyone will know it
You, my sweet, are a fool
You, my sweet, are plain and weak
Go let the other girls
Indulge the crap that you excrete
Declare yourself an honest man
Who needs a chance to prove it
But traps were laid, the bed was made
So obvious you blew it
1/24/17
1/9/17
WHO ARE WE
He felt her curves surrounding his neck
Like a yoke he knows, he'll never forget
The way she cut through his bed
Like a snake would bite through a cave of flesh
But he holds her, though she's broken
He swears he don't care where she's been
He's tired of being human
He wears her close to the bone as though she were his own skin
He shoots from the heart instead of the head
His mouth and his words, they rarely connect
He looks to the past and where his tongue's tread
And he knows he's meant the opposite
Who are we to love at all?
1/1/17
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