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Well I just had the sushi, and now I'm eating popcorn.
To date, I'd trade it all for one dark wish.
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Isis staind 26+ years of marriage
Yes, believe me you,
I (also considered the best karaoke singer
for the go-go's)
putting Shabrina Leonita to shame
back in two thousand and twenty one
once flew high as the eagles
a grateful dead foo fighting,
earth wind and fire, beastie boy adult,
thus hopefully explaining why
I joined blue oyster cult
begetting the following rhyme I exult
while exuding angelic,
beatific, electric, fantastic,
idyllic, Judaic, kaleidoscopic
halo shimmering galt
garnering heavenly indault.
Without wearing a helm mitt on my head,
yet did suffer inxs
of welts the size of cranberries
amidst talking heads, whose traffic
mishap of cars unable to stp,
thus this passenger indistinguishable from
avast metallica skidrow populated
with heart shaped pearl jam wreckage
upon smashing pumpkins everywhere
with an evanescence shimmering
like spilt midnight oil, which dire straits
charged the super tramp ping
man-made debacle into kiss
from grateful dead village people whose
beatle brows scrunched tight
creating black crows imprimatur
resembling little feet easily mistaken
for hair line fractures,
which strongly appealed to the goo goo dolls,
who lived three doors down
purportedly within which
resided a queen latifah
(an iron maiden ruling america and europe)
plus when asked for bread, she point
in one direction, mere rolling stones away
the black eyed peas, whose ac/dc power
crowded house did feel as if 10,000 maniacs
did squeeze into a tiny black hole,
thus forsaking experiencing nirvana,
with near asphyxiation attributable
to lack of air supply so carpenters got called
to expand and golong
with a gilt emblazoned cupola –
just for kix, and to lure
a silly rabbit doing trix
any wonder full stevie adore,
which teamsters included
skilled one tradesman
roof WinWrite, these collective souls,
a veritable culture club unto themselves
off phish shill lee within the a similar
reo speedwagon as sly and the family stone
choosing king crimson to manage the influx
qua motley crue, which jane's addiction
kept ideal bad company for alice n chains,
the latter whose enslavement
akin to cinderella deprived such indigo girls
to jet set with their sought after
prince charming (even resigning themselves
to a Jethro tull type), or a chap
similar to the garden variety allman brothers,
who didst serve as Lumineers
doobie brothers morale booster
to an imaginary dragon (which beastie boy
foo fighting animals owned
by the legendary kings of leon),
whose mythic storied
BuzzFeed incorporated their encounter
with blondie (who donned a golden earring),
which Dixie chick happened to be hail a van
driven by the everly brothers,
which latter escaped be combing caged
like monkeys in a zoo,
and carved out a niche
as beach boys blessedly banished,
where they fed on red hot chili peppers
dredged via bay city rollers
to sustain their being a survivor,
and welcomed by experiencing rebirth
viz genesis, whar
mambo kings proffered palliative
to smooth kinks concomitant with cast off
as a foreigner on maroon 5.
Zealousness yowled x wise,
venturesomely urged viz thighs
sensuousness roared qua prize of nascent
marvelous libidinal kisses jeweled iridescent
hides genital fulfillment
explodes delicious capacious brides’
atonement breathtakingly conceding conception
decides elopement fashions gustatory hoopla
insides jot kickstarter
latching mightily nourishing oxides
maids visited unmet
testosterone satiation roared.
The brothers Gibb
lit roches reefer madness
jumpstarting, mustering puckering,
snickering at barenaked lady
male fraud betraying faithful missus,
(a veritable madonna)
meowed lamentably
analogous to cat stevens
kindling joyousness indeed.
Hotmail garnered fingerhut egghead
drew capitalone BuzzFeed amen.
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Singin' n wailin' n laughin' n eatin'.
Apr. 17.22.
Helloo! How have you been? Are you looking forward to gadding about? No mo’ lockdown-oh!
Truth to tell, if Ma and I were still in the old family home, lockdown wouldn’t have troubled us. Mosquito or no mosquito!
Seriously though, them Guyana mosquitoes iz bigger than some minibus drivers’ brains.
Them-there mosquitoes scream like the singing engine kite. Weeeeeeeheeeee. And, according to one of my brothers’ friends, they speak English....okay, they know one word. Couzzzzzin couzzzzzin. And they shriek it in our ears day and night (if we ain’t under the mosquito net).
Once upon a time, I, the happy teen, used to catch them and pile up the corpses in a corner, on the floor of my younger sister’s bedroom. The ants were very happy. My sister wasn’t. Could be she was jellis of the ants getting to the free food first. She would wail as though in great hunger after stumbling upon the ants.
The next wailing that could be heard in that home was my brothers and their friends singing Sweet Child In Time. The part that goes aaaaaaa ah yeaaaaah ay ay. The less said, etc.
Aaah, yes, home was once a busy place. Ma baked on Saturdays. The kitchen would be filled with the heavenly smell of fresh bread, and the sound of young people, siblings, cousins and friends, sneaking in one by one, two by two, to eat hot buttered bread.
Sad to say, the house was empty when I returned from my vibrant Island days. Only me and Ma now. Grieving. Adjusting. Struggling with heavy emotions. Dealing with power issues. (Let me tell you, parents are Extremely Stubborn People to train. Joke, man, joke).
Bit by bit though, we ended up having many a glorious gyaff...conversation...and delicious lunches with visitors, local and foreign. When the cleaning lady, gardener, and tradesman came to work, they shared hearty chats with my mother and me.
At nights, if the electricity went off, Ma and I sat in the verandah and waited for comets. In the days, we listened to music.
Slowly, I rediscovered the essence of home.
It is where we learn to compromise, to adjust, adapt to changes in each other. It is where we play, are our most foolish, most vulnerable selves. We make mistakes, we forgive, we learn again.
Anyway, enough of me. What does home mean to you? I would love to hear from you.
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I believe in my conscience there are thousands of professors who have never known in the whole course of their religious profession what it is to have “examined and tested their ways;” to have been put into the balances and weighed in the scales of divine justice; or to have stood cast down and condemned in their own feelings before God as the heart-searching Jehovah. From such a trying test, from such an unerring touchstone they have ever shrunk. And why? Because they have an inward consciousness that their religion will not bear a strict and scrutinizing examination. Like the deceitful tradesman, who allures his customers into a dark corner of his shop, in order to elude detection when he spreads his flimsy, made-up goods before them, so those who have an inward consciousness that their religion is not of heavenly origin, shun the light. As the Lord says, “Every one that does evil hates the light, neither comes to the light, lest his deeds should be reproved; but he that does truth comes to the light, that his deeds may be made manifest that they are wrought in God.” Now if you know nothing of having from time to time your ways searched and tested by God’s word, or if you rise up with bitterness against an experimental, heart-searching ministry that would test them for you, it shows that there is some rotten spot in you—something that you dare not bring to the light. The candle of the Lord has not searched the hidden secrets of your heart; nor have you cried with David, “Search me, O God, and know my heart; try me, and know my thoughts. And see if there be any wicked way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting.”☀️💜 #ForU https://www.instagram.com/p/Cc7e3-XOMHI/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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Either the bible’s procrastinator god is incompetent...or crazy... or humans have created a nonsensical convoluted religious abortion on earth...
All bible based religions are dependent on the creation story being literally factual. If that account is only myth, then it doesn’t matter who thereafter mistakenly thought it was literally true (historical Jesus, popes, religious institutions)...they extrapolated from a myth...and therefore...their projections are rendered null and void*.
It has been conclusively proven, based on evidence discovered by using the scientific method, that the bible’s creation story is not literally factual, and therefore nothing but primitive myth. The bible account is therefore not reliable evidence for anything. Bible based religion It is like a house “built on the sand. The rain came down, the floods came, and the winds blew, and beat on that house; and it fell—and great was its fall...!”
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The religious blame god-given human free will...to have hog-tied god’s hands concerning human’s (supposedly eternal) destiny...but bible god’s incompetence predates humans...
In the unverifiable, nonsensical, immoral religious stories...
bible god creates the devil a long time before humans, knowing the devil will use his own free will to abandon god, together with a third of all the heavenly hosts... Then, bible god leaves the devil-rebellion matter unresolved...to fester and only make everything thereafter worse!
bible god introduces innocent humans into god’s unresolved devil-rebellion mess...knowing the two humans he created will abandon god, creating a sinful nature that will be transmitted to all their offspring...! Then, bible god leaves the so called “original sin” matter unresolved...to fester and only make everything thereafter worse...as the world’s population grows...!
bible god’s plan for human population growth is for mother/son, father/daughter, brother/sister, mother/grandson, father/grand-daughter, uncle/niece etc incest to populate the earth...the same plan he relies on again after the bible flood...and then, thousands of years later...demands sexual purity from everyone...but only tells the (few/literate) Hebrews...on a planet full of diverse cultures...!
god tells people to be plentiful...then gets scared when they do and peacefully work together in industrious harmony, to build a little tower. So he confounds their ability to communicate in the same language with each other...painfully ignorant of people’s ability to quickly learn other/more than one, language...and so still communicate with each other...! I can employ a qualified tradesman who barely speaks English, and using pictures, mime, charades, etc, “tell” him what I want him to do, (eg fix the toilet)...and he does it perfectly!
despite not having told the whole world what he expects from them...bible god drowns everyone in the world...babies, the unborn, children, the mentally challenged, the elderly, etc...all except one family...to use as incestuous breeding stock, to repopulate the world...!
bible god destroys Sodom and Gomorrah because of the inhabitant’s sexual depravity...except for Lot and his two daughters (god having assaulted :) mum to death...for looking back at the town’s indiscriminate destruction, empathizing with the nonsensical death of babies, the unborn, children, the mentally challenged, the elderly, etc )...and despite Lot having offered the towns-folk his two virgin daughters to be raped. The daughters later inebriated, then each raped their father...to produce an ancestor of god’s future son on earth...https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lot’s_daughters
to date bible god has not yet resolved the devil/god rebellion...or the human/god rebellion...or his church leaders abusing minors...or his church leaders defrauding members for religious leader’s self-aggrandizement... because bible god is imaginary...!
...etc ad nauseam...!
* Using the formula...1 x 0 = 0 :
The proposition that there is a god, as outlined in the bible x 0 (ie is based on the bible creation myth) = there is no god as outlined in the bible...!
The proposition that there was the original sin of stealing magic fruit, as outlined in the bible x 0 ( ie is based on the bible creation myth) = there is no original sin as outlined in the bible...!
No original sin means no need for a human sacrifice/redeemer, means no son of bible god sent to redeem mankind, means Christianity is null and void...which means they are stealing your money over a myth...and, there is no need for you to pretend to eat your pretend god’s flesh and drink your pretend god’s blood (primitive cannibalism/religious communion)...!
Conclusion: There is no salvaging the bible, or bible based religions...which are built on, and vigorously defend...unverifiable human fabricated nonsensical religious myth.
The bible always lurks available for the next immoral religious/political leader to mislead and manipulate gullible and ignorant followers...to justify their collective immorality...by saying they are simply following the bible**...!
** see www.evilbible.com
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Brickclub: 1.5.6
I always forget that Fauchelevent doesn’t start as a peasant, he starts as a tradesman. I think it’s because of his name, honestly. (Fauchelevent translates to Reap-the-wind, and I’ve always though it kind of charming, but it does definitely immediately remind me of the country when I read it.)
Anyway, since we’ve been talking about Javert, I want to look at his actions here. Because I think they prove @taracrowns right when they say that most of the time, Javert is probably a pretty decent cop. Here, we see that he came promptly, assessed the scene, and took what action was available to him. He’s probably also instrumental in keeping the crowd from panicking, just by his sheer presence. When he’s not being confronted with the inherent power structures of his society (i.e. bourgeois vs. prostitute, convict vs. anyone), he’s just fine. The problem, of course, is that being a cop is all about the inherent power structures in society, and not believing that the upper class can break the law, or that the lower class can have legitimate grievances does, by default, kind of make you bad at being The Law. (Mind you, this is applying 21st C understandings of the law, but given how severe Hugo was about Javert’s rigidity, I think some of it translates.)
The thing the people do not do here, of course, is organize. Because, despite how the musical portrays it, Valjean does not singlehandedly lift the cart and free Fauchelevent. He lifts it maybe a couple inches, at absolute most, and then the rest of the crowd comes and helps. Hugo says, “The self-sacrifice of a single man had given strength and courage to all. The cart was lifted by twenty men." I don’t know if this is some kind of commentary of the unwillingness of people to put themselves at risk, or their unwillingness to work together spontaneously, or just Hugo having observed the bystander effect, but it jumped out to me, especially since ‘the people failing to come and help’ is a major theme later.
And so Valjean, with an expression of “blissful and heavenly suffering" emerges from his heroic work and basically dares Javert to do something about it. I mean sure, maybe what he’s thinking is, “I have put someone else ahead of myself, I am willing to go back to prison in exchange if I must,” but I like to think there’s at least a little bit of, “You gonna re-arrest me for saving someone’s life?”
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"****Reason says, I will win him with my eloquence. Love says, I will win him with my silence. Soul says, How can I ever win him When all I have is already his? He does not want, he does not worry, He does not seek a sublime state of euphoria-How then can I win him With sweet wine or gold? He is not bound by the senses -How then can I win him With all the riches of China? He is an angel, Though he appears in the form of a man. Even angels cannot fly in his presence -How then can I win him By assuming a heavenly form? He flies on the wings of God, His food is pure light- How then can I win him With a loaf of baked bread? He is neither a merchant, nor a tradesman- How then can I win him With a plan of great profit? He is not blind, nor easily fooled -How then can I win him By lying in bed as if gravely ill? I will go mad, pull out my hair, Grind my face in the dirt -How will this win him? He sees everything -how can I ever fool him? He is not a seeker of fame, A prince addicted to the praise of poets- How then can I win him With flowing rhymes and poetic verses? The glory of his unseen form Fills the whole universe How then can I win him With a mere promise of paradise? I may cover the earth with roses, I may fill the ocean with tears, I may shake the heavens with praises- none of this will win him. There is only one way to win him, this Beloved of mine -Become his.*******" "****Jalaluddin Rumi 💛*******" (at Lemongrass) https://www.instagram.com/p/CbmmOzaPjZbaMdLVdNRDxih2IrsAGNOqBNBlaU0/?utm_medium=tumblr
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Thoughts on Jesus’ Incarnation
Jesus is. He was there in the beginning of time (John 1:1-3) creating, shaping all that we see and can’t yet see (Col 1:16). He made us in His image to be partners in the ongoing work of creative beauty, and he called us “very good” (Gen. 1:26-31). This is how he sees us. And though we are distorted by our sin, “very good” is what Jesus intends to restore us to. When I remember that Jesus has always been there – designer, creator, King – His coming as a baby blows my mind.
Jesus was born as an outcast. Shortly after his birth his parents had to flee their home and seek refuge for fear of their baby’s life. The tyrant king Herod had ordered a massacre of Jesus’ contemporaries. The reputation of his hometown of Nazareth gave him no status or advantage. He could have been born anywhere, at any time, to anyone. He chose a life in the margins.
Jesus was a baby. He had to be fed and clothed and changed. He had to learn how to walk. He stumbled and fell down. He cried. He got bumps and bruises. He had to learn how to talk. People probably made weird faces and noises when they picked him up. He didn’t understand adults who spoke around him. As a human, suddenly His circle of knowledge was very limited like any other baby.
As a 12 year old boy, Jesus worried his parents and made them mad (Luke 2:41-52). He had to learn how to submit and be obedient (not from disobedience, but from never having to experience this level of human obedience). His parents probably talked about him with exasperation sometimes. They probably sent him outside to play to get a break from him, just like we do with our kids.
Jesus was a blue-collar tradesman. He was raised to be a carpenter like his dad. He had to learn the skills. He made mistakes. Not every cut was straight; not every measurement was true. He probably hit his thumb with a hammer. And he was tempted to swear, but he didn’t. 😉 (Hebrews 4:15-16). You might say, “How can that be? Wasn’t he perfect?” He was without sin, but he was human in every way. In other words, Jesus wouldn’t have batted 1.000 or baked a perfect cake. He would have to learn.
It is likely that Jesus lost his dad as a young man. Raised as a devout Jew, by the time he was 30 he was living out his faith in a new and revolutionary way, calling out respected religious leaders for their hypocrisy and for misrepresenting the God they taught about in the temple. By the established church, he was seen as an arrogant, rogue heretic. Religious twitter would not have been kind to Jesus.
The broken, the hurting, the abandoned, the impulsive, the despised, the crude, the poor, the sick, the unclean and the sinners – these were Jesus’ unlikely crew. He loved them. He ate with them. He walked with them and taught them. He healed them and forgave them. These weren’t all the polished elite of society. But He gave them hope, voice and influence.
Jesus couldn’t do whatever he wanted to do. He was limited (Phil. 2:6-8). He prayed and asked His Father. He only did what His Father in heaven instructed. And sometimes His prayers didn’t get answered the way He wanted. (John 5:19, 30; Mark 14:36; Heb. 5:7-8). Amazing.
Jesus was mocked, ridiculed, belittled and abandoned. He felt the brutal emotion as a target of human cruelty. He was arrested and beaten. He was bruised and bloodied. He felt the ache of the betrayal from the people he had loved and invested in. He was scorned and accused by the religious leaders, arrested by the governmental authorities and killed by Roman soldiers. And he took it. The Son of God became our sin so we could be restored to the “very good” partners He created us to be. (2 Cor. 5:21)
Jesus showed us what it meant to live a fully human life (Colossians 1:15). He wants us to follow Him – and like Him, to yield our life to our heavenly Father – to live like He did (John 13:15; 1 John 2:6). And he’ll give us the ability to do it, and He believes we CAN do it! Today Jesus is still with us (Matt. 28:20) working on our behalf. He never forces us to follow Him, but He sure loves us!
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“Companied us commits”
Companied us commits,
when I would tell me,
Love speak? Althoughts which our
fathers hangs by heavenly
poet;—passioned if
she sang horn which thews immortall,
dried men; for some grass
upon his adjunct pleasure (
when gold save help! Young
Robie was the
bonie lass o Ballochmyle.
Like the soule-inuading
voice, while it frantic, a
little the fault, and
now not white arm, most
no grave when your
swords, am I that he
fought, and let them just
on the weather cry
lord, what Im afraid, and
hours, and pinch of
air, and where Laura had
been grace is fair sun.
But Turkish tradesmans day advanc
ing in her strokes it
answered men with
boys, or tall; so, as they
call thine our way that
spring up my shouts or
greed) but thatch upon the
Earth, we lifted from
his own to whom
remorse. Softend soules; come, my life;
O more abuse then came
at my selfe lies as well knew
to whom the
cutter. Many a gem,
and then all the wind
lull myself at they made me
shore which the sky, and
me! Him worth could be
smart taketh from they returnd
to sing she can see
myself at all. a breezeless
at hand, must be recorded
did it
sleep which is white Tables
cookery no doubt, Which
forms go by, Leaves shall: this guerdon: ’“
t is happened what
I followers of the
sepulchres where he stood
up and loved death. ceasing: ‘pity,’
she sat, and perishd, the
flood,”—you know: is it
prided these time. I told her
feel her feeling makes or
hail they now! The head,
and have this household that
nation fresh crusheth “tween a
cymballed The Witch.”
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"****Reason says, I will win him with my eloquence. Love says, I will win him with my silence. Soul says, How can I ever win him When all I have is already his? He does not want, he does not worry, He does not seek a sublime state of euphoria-How then can I win him With sweet wine or gold? He is not bound by the senses -How then can I win him With all the riches of China? He is an angel, Though he appears in the form of a man. Even angels cannot fly in his presence -How then can I win him By assuming a heavenly form? He flies on the wings of God, His food is pure light- How then can I win him With a loaf of baked bread? He is neither a merchant, nor a tradesman- How then can I win him With a plan of great profit? He is not blind, nor easily fooled -How then can I win him By lying in bed as if gravely ill? I will go mad, pull out my hair, Grind my face in the dirt -How will this win him? He sees everything -how can I ever fool him? He is not a seeker of fame, A prince addicted to the praise of poets- How then can I win him With flowing rhymes and poetic verses? The glory of his unseen form Fills the whole universe How then can I win him With a mere promise of paradise? I may cover the earth with roses, I may fill the ocean with tears, I may shake the heavens with praises- none of this will win him. There is only one way to win him, this Beloved of mine -Become his.*******" "****Jalaluddin Rumi 💛*******" (at Lemongrass) https://www.instagram.com/p/CbmmMhxv7-OSPOGchBsU-g7A-5AE7zS5D1cNwo0/?utm_medium=tumblr
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