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@Lunatic
@coal
@Mikal
COME ON BOYS LET'S SEE IT 1V1 ANYONE
Good poems/rap verses/book excerpts (do not troll)
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@RationalMadman
RM..." I'll cut off your digits if you don't push on their limits and type this shit sick,.."...
Wow Rata-tat-Man. The brillance of your words and concepts are so far beyond that of mortal men. Rat Man. Thanks for showing us your the rap/poetry boss around here.
Lunatics by Night
...Ebuc...
Lunatics
by night,
Beating
their drums,
Singing
their songs,
Burning
their fires,
Stirring
their spirits,
And
the wind felt breezes,
Of
their shadowy souls.
Solartics
by day,
Rising
before dawn,
Out
before the morning fawn,
Seeking
a caffeine buzz,
Stirring
their spirits,
And
the wind felt breezes,
Of
their air-conditioned souls.
Lunatics
by night,
Solartics
by day,
Pass
the other,
Asleep
in the hay,
Their
minds afray,
After
12 hours,
Of
having their say.
Having
their midnight hour of fun,
Their
midday hour of recovery,
Are
they truly anima,
Or
just animus,
Traveling
the city,
Perhaps
in a bus,
Searching
for Gusto.
No
Gusto to be found,
Perhaps
its gone underground,
Could
be its a religious holiday,
No
one has to pay,
The
spirit has been freed,
The
soul has been laid,
To
rest.
For
the lunatics of the night,
And
the Solartics of the day,
Equanimity,
A
place for all souls,
And
soul-like entities,
To
find their stillpoint,
Their
perfection,
Their
peace of mind.
I
am one,
Of
many complex interrelationships,
Held
in tensional-integrity
Between
two opposite viewpoints,
Staring
at the other,
Into
the depths.
Deeper,
And
deeper,
Patiently,
And
Quietly.
Caringly,
They
travel the depths,
Knowingly,
They
sense the other,
Sensorally,
They
feel the other,
They
want to be the other,
If
only for a moment,
Of
gravity embracing sensuality.
The
lunatics and solartics,
Emerge
from their wombs,
Lost
in the experience,
Found
in their current moment,
They
weep softly,
For
the love of the other,
And
smile greatly,
For
the love,
And
the living,
Of
that experience.
Cross
my path,
Oh
sparklings of moonlight,
And
sunlight.
I
am awaken to a vision of the soul,
It
crosses my path and enters me.
I
am one with them,
They
are many within me,
Together
we travel,
As
two or more,
All manner of spirit,
We
search for Gusto,
By
day or by night,
To
the ends,
Of
the one,
Unified
verse.
27 days later
Tell me somethin'You mothafuckas can't tell me nothin'I'd rather die than to listen to youMy DNA not for imitationYour DNA an abominationThis how it is when you're in the MatrixDodgin' bullets, reapin' what you sowAnd stackin' up the footage, livin' on the goAnd sleepin' in a villaSippin' from a Grammy and walkin' in the buildin'Diamond in the ceilin', marble on the floorsBeach inside the window, peekin' out the windowBaby in the pool, godfather goalsOnly Lord knows I've been goin' hammerDodgin' paparazzi, freakin' through the camerasEat at Four Daughters, Brock wearin' sandalsYoga on a Monday, stretchin' to NirvanaWatchin' all the snakes, curvin' all the fakesPhone never on, I don't conversateI don't compromise, I just penetrateSex, money, murder, these are the breaksThese are the times, level number 9Look up in the sky, 10 is on the waySentence on the way, killings on the wayMotherfucker, I got winners on the wayYou ain't shit without a body on your beltYou ain't shit without a ticket on your plateYou ain't sick enough to pull it on yourselfYou ain't rich enough to hit the lot and skateTell me when destruction gonna be my fateGonna be your fate, gonna be our faithPeace to the world, let it rotateSex, money, murder, our DNA
DNA - Kendrick Lamar
Let 'em know I'm going down to MexicoTo watch God and The Devil arm wrestle for my soulWith a bitch from San Diego, driving a WinnebagoHigh on a little llello, dying to get some PesosAnd I ain't one for fiction, or much for superstitionBut I'm way out of my guardian angel's jurisdictionThe sun goes west till it's swallowed by the mountainsTo the shitty city full of shady lawyers and accountantsWhere everybody is looking for something, they're on a missionLike sex with three women and real cheap prescriptionsRattlesnake attitude, weapon to the fullestThey always got guns, but never enough bulletsThe bottle runs dry, sweat pouring from my head, playing PortisheadCrack another portion for the deadPraying to the porcelain god as I'm puking up red
15 days later
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@RationalMadman
For Charlie Daniels it was going down to Georgia. The movie Spectre, is was Mexico for Day of the Dead.
Mahatma ( Great
Soul)
.....Ebuc.....
Thank You,
For the tantric teachings.
About love,
.....Ebuc.....
Thank You,
For the tantric teachings.
About love,
The
ultimate binder.
Truth,
The ultimate purpose.
Flirting,
The ultimate entertainment.
Humanity,
The ultimate local complex,
Of social inter-relationships.
About viewpoint,
The ultimate micro-universe,
Of semi-divine,
Self-manifesting integrity.
Truth,
The ultimate purpose.
Flirting,
The ultimate entertainment.
Humanity,
The ultimate local complex,
Of social inter-relationships.
About viewpoint,
The ultimate micro-universe,
Of semi-divine,
Self-manifesting integrity.
They might love you for an hour, then they'll change in a minuteI need that love that's like a tower, don't hold back or be frigidI had a dream that I got locked, she never came for a visitPeople claim their love's eternal, but I'm questioning "Is it?"My diamonds milly rock, but they're on molly rockWe make the beef a stroganoff, won't take another lossGet home and stick the kettle on, don't take my kettle offMy paigons wanna settle off, I'm good, you're better offWe switch and turned the metal on, we make the weather strongThey try, but they won't get along, go make a better songMy soul's getting tired always runnin' from the lawMy brothers are getting by, we don't struggle anymoreIf you love me how you love me, then love me a little moreIf you love me how you love me, then love me a little moreMy soul's getting tired always runnin' from the lawMy brothers are getting by, we don't struggle anymoreIf you love me how you love me, then love me a little moreIf you love me how you love me, then love me a little moreI keep my circle A1 as tight, my niggas knows what's bestGet busy, we ain't kicking backLick shots, we're licking backThe oppers, I ain't into that, reload, get rid of thatIt's New York on my fitted hat, we smoke gorilla packAnd in the ends, it pops off, parties get's locked offBarrels are lock stocked, cruisin' in the drop topI got a point to prove, that's for real
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@RationalMadman
Let me tell the story, I can tell it all;
About the mountain boy who ran illegal alcohol.
His daddy made the whiskey, the son he drove the load;
And when his engine roared they called the highway "Thunder Road".
Sometimes into Ashville, sometimes Memphis town.
The Revenuers chased him but they couldn't run him down.
Each time they thought they had him his engine would explode.
He'd go by like they were standing still on "Thunder Road".
And there was thunder, thunder over "Thunder Road",
Thunder was his engine and white lightening was his load.
And there was moonshine, moonshine to quench the devil's thirst.
The law they swore they'd get him but the devil got him first.
It was on the first of April, Nineteen-Fifty-Four
The federal man sent word he'd better make his run no more.
He said "200 agents were covering the state;
Which ever road he tried to take they'd get him sure as fate."
'Son' his daddy told him, 'make this run your last.
The tank is filled with 100 proof; you're all tuned-up and gassed.
Now don't take any chances, if you can't get through.
I'd rather have you back again than all that Mountain Dew.'
And there was thunder, thunder over "Thunder Road",
Thunder was his engine and white lightening was his load.
And there was moonshine, moonshine to quench the devil's thirst.
The law they swore they'ed get him but the devil got him first.
Roaring out of Harlan; revving up his mill.
He shot the Gap at Cumberland and streamed by Maynardville.
With G men on his tail light; road block up ahead,
The mountain boy took roads that even angels fear to tread.
Blazing right through Knoxville, out on Kingston Pike,
Then right outside of Bearden, they made the fatal strike.
He left the road at 90; that's all there is to say,
The devil got the moonshine and the mountain boy that day.
And there was thunder, thunder over "Thunder Road",
Thunder was his engine and white lightening was his load.
And there was moonshine, moonshine to quench the devil's thirst.
The law they never got him 'cause the devil got him first.
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@ebuc
Sometimes I feel the walls caving in of my houseMaybe that's because of the drugs I put in my mouthMaybe that's the reason that I'm feeling so unstableAnd it's keeping me unable to believe in my healthI feel like I'm alone and I'm losing my mindThought about that back when I was only nineMy dad brought me with him so I can clean up what's leftLooking around the house and God damn It's a messTrash on the floor, no space to sleepShe ain't got a bed so she's probably in the streetThe epitome of someone sick in the headLooking up at my dadAnd that's all that he saidNo words to describe all the pain that he feltSchizophrenic sister suffering in the denying his helpI just pick up some trash and move up out of his wayLet him soak in the painHis mind clouded and greySo I say fuck, don't sweat it (Drip, drip)I'll be fine don't sweat it (Drip, Drip)Even if you knew why I'm sadYou probably won't get itWhy it gotta rain on meWhy it gotta rain on meThey say that men don't cryAnd God don't bleedAnd the good die youngWhat does that make me?'Cause that ain't meI bleed blood homie I don't have HPThis ain't a video game, put that into your brainGrab a bit of money and then maybe get rid of your chainTurn that dollar to a whipDrive a shitty old thingTurn that whip to a crib where the city don't stinkTurn that home to a spot where the people can chillNot a spot for the phonies only people that realSurrounding yourself with people that are equal in skillOr maybe even above you so you leap for the hillLeap for the hill, nah man, leap for the topI'm in the middle of working out the scene on the blockI've been calculating every little move that I makeStruggling with depression what I'd do for a break
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@RationalMadman
Simmering Silence
..Ebuc....
Sweaty
metabolism,
Of
emotional distraught,
Unleashes
higher frequencies
Of
energetic spirit,
Begging
tantric teachings
That
some were never taught.
Take
a huge sniff,
Of
a fragrant flower,
Release
the excess fluids
Of
clinging perspiration,
Breath
earths new air
Then
take a long shower.
Now
you are reborn,
Just
like a brand new baby,
Observe
your new environment,
Put
all your blocks in order
Then
fall in love again
Or
just tell'em maybe.
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@Barney
@whiteflame
@Username
@ebuc
@SirAnonymous
I could take a long shower with your wife and fail to cum clean,
I'm sorry she aint hot and I need water pumped with steam,
I'm that muggle Harry Potter, closer to sorc'rer than I seem,
I'm the father, motherfucker, that your children wish you'd been,
You want a war, punk? Pour some more shampoo on your wife's hair while you remain perplexed as to what a hot power shower actually means.
I'm the blue flame, powered by butane, explosive if you ignite me,
You're a poop-stain, fool, your scooped brain would be sold high priced, most likely,
'Good as new, never been used' is a tagline the dark web rarely sees next to a mind, see?
You're a yellow flame and bright flames I see far off, they shine brightly,
You're in it for the arson, prick, I'm non-flammable arsenic, come fight me.
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@RationalMadman
Spam
...Ebuc....
It's man against
'Spam',
in virtual land,
we stand,
on freedoms front-lines,
guarding our portals,
from capitalism's
sublime,
network of tentacles,
probing for a hit,
then
sucking us in,
cloning our identity,
incorporating a
great hive,
incorporating a greater borg,
even while we
sleep,
the spam does not rest.
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@ebuc
You aint rhyming, overpowered by my rapping, taste is sour,
You're some prey that I'll devour, a pretty garden I'll deflower,
You're ebuc the clucking cuck, the chicken-shit cockerel coward,
I'm more a raven than a dove, you're more flamingo, I'm more brown bird,
I'm that eagle that can see all from the clouds, you're getting scouted,
I'm the one that you dared fuck with and you'll regret you ever doubted.
You can't even fathom Adam with Eve, can't imagine or believe,
You're a faithless, predictable guy who's gonna panic, chill... breathe,
I'm not the one you wanna panic 'round, you arrogant steed,
You 'buck' and pose as wild but I'll tame you to the point that I'm a god in your creed,
It's methodical the way I'll gain a following, E, make you a cub for the pride of Judah, I'm the alpha, son, get on your knees,
That is an order, no need for thoughts on it, just simply follow my lead,
Or I'll show you the wrath of a fire-blooded deity that you dared to be make bleed.
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@RationalMadman
Holiday Spirits
...ebuc...
Twas the night before Christmas,
And all through the house,
no unkind words were spoken,
between me and my spouse.
Then came a sound,
from outside and above
it could be the sound,
of a cascading love.
From out of the night,
with words from on high,
came songs and some jugglers
with blue lights on each thigh.
There were prancers and dancers,
tumbling all around,
there were jumpers and thumpers,
and a tall happy clown.
And there on the lawn,
before our four eyes,
we had a clear vision,
of what laughs and what cries.
Twas human emotions,
all wrapped in bowties.
Yellow and purples,
greens and reds,
all kinds of feelings,
had gone to our heads.
Breathing a breath,
relaxing our heart,
then passing some gas,
so that now we felt smart.
With these events in mind,
will bend your kind ear,
to enjoy this Christmas,
and a Happy New Year!
98 days later
The silence spreads. I talk and must talk. So I speak to him and say to him:
"Comrade, I did not want to kill you. If you jumped in here again, I would not do it, if you would be sensible too. But you were only an idea to me before, an abstraction that lived in my mind and called forth its appropriate response. It was that abstraction I stabbed. But now, for the first time, I see you are a man like me. I thought of your hand-grenades, of your bayonet, of your rifle; now I see your wife and your face and our fellowship. Forgive me, comrade. We always see it too late. Why do they never tell us that you are poor devils like us, that your mothers are just as anxious as ours, and that we have the same fear of death, and the same dying and the same agony--Forgive me, comrade; how could you be my enemy? If we threw away these rifles and this uniform you could be my brother just like Kat and Albert. Take twenty years of my life, comrade, and stand up--take more, for I do not know what I can even attempt to do with it now."
- All Quiet on the Western Front by Erich Maria Remarque
DONALD TRUMP has sparked further controversy after reciting the controversial poem The Snake during a campaign rally.
On her way to work one morning
Down the path alongside the lake
A tender-hearted woman saw a poor half-frozen snake
His pretty colored skin had been all frosted with the dew
“Oh well,” she cried, “I'll take you in and I'll take care of you”
“Take me in oh tender woman
Take me in, for heaven's sake
Take me in oh tender woman,” sighed the snake
She wrapped him up all cozy in a curvature of silk
And then laid him by the fireside with some honey and some milk
Now she hurried home from work that night as soon as she arrived
She found that pretty snake she'd taken in had been revived
“Take me in, oh tender woman
Take me in, for heaven's sake
Take me in oh tender woman,” sighed the snake
Now she clutched him to her bosom, “You're so beautiful,” she cried
“But if I hadn't brought you in by now you might have died”
Now she stroked his pretty skin and then she kissed and held him tight
But instead of saying thanks, that snake gave her a vicious bite
“Take me in, oh tender woman
Take me in, for heaven's sake
Take me in oh tender woman,” sighed the snake
“I saved you,” cried that woman
“And you've bit me even, why?
You know your bite is poisonous and now I'm going to die”
“Oh shut up, silly woman,” said the reptile with a grin
“You knew damn well I was a snake before you took me in
”Take me in, oh tender woman
Take me in, for heaven's sake
Take me in oh tender woman,“ sighed the snake
12 days later
'Because it's your job. We all have our jobs to do. My job is to unload these Zippo lighters at a profit if I can and pick up some cotton from Milo. Your job is to bomb the ammunition dumps at Bologna.'
"But I'm going to be killed at Bologna," Yossarian pleaded. "We're all going to be killed."
"Then you'll just have to be killed," replied ex-P.F.C. Wintergreen. "Why can't you be a fatalist about it the way I am? If I'm destined to upload these lighters at a profit and pick up some Egyptian cotton cheap from Milo, then that's what I'm going to do. And if you're destined to be killed over Bologna, then you're going to be killed, so you might just as well go out and die like a man. I hate to say this, Yossarian, but you're turning out to be a chronic complainer."
Clevinger agreed with ex-P.F.C. Wintergreen that it was Yossarian's job to get killed over Bologna and was livid with condemnation when Yossarian confessed that it was he who had moved the bomb line and caused the mission to be canceled.
"Why the hell not?" Yossarian snarled, arguing all the more vehemently because he suspected he was wrong. "Am I supposed to get my ass shot off because the colonel wants to be a general?"
"What about the men on the mainland?" Clevinger demanded with just as much emotion. "Are they supposed to get their asses shot off just because you don't want to go? Those men are entitled to air support!"
"But not necessarily by me. Look, they don't care who knocks out those ammunition dumps. The only reason we're going is because that bastard Cathcart volunteered us."
"Oh I know all that," Clevinger assured him, his gaunt face pale and his agitated eyes swimming in sincerity. "But the fact remains that those ammunition dumps are still standing. You know very well that I don't approve of Colonel Cathcart any more than you do." Clevinger paused for emphasis, his mouth quivering, and then beat his fist down softly against his sleeping bag. "But it's not for us to determine what targets must be destroyed or who's to destroy them or--"
"Or who gets killed doing it? And why?"
"Yes, even that. We have no right to question--"
"You're insane!"
"--no right to question--"
"Do you really mean that it's not my business how or why I get killed and that it is Colonel Cathcart's? Do you really mean that?"
"Yes, I do," Clevinger insisted, seeming unsure. "There are men entrusted with winning the war who are in a much better position than we are to decide what targets have to be bombed."
"We are talking about two different things," Yossarian answered with exaggerated weariness. "You are talking about the relationship of the Air Corps to the infantry, and I am talking about the relationship of me to Colonel Cathcart. You are talking about winning the war, and I am talking about winning the war and keeping alive."
"Exactly," Clevinger snapped smugly. "And which do you think is more important?"
"To whom?" Yossarian shot back. "Open your eyes, Clevinger. It doesn't make a damned bit of difference who wins the war to someone who's dead."
Clevinger sat for a moment as though he'd been slapped. "Congratulations!" he exclaimed bitterly, the thinnest milk-white line enclosing his lips tightly in a bloodless, squeezing ring. "I can't think of another attitude that could be dependent upon to give greater comfort to the enemy."
"The enemy," resorted Yossarian with weighted precision, "is anybody who's going to get you killed, no matter which side he's on, and that includes Colonel Cathcart. And don't you forget that, because the longer you remember it, the longer you might live."
- Catch 22 by Joseph Heller
69 days later
[Verse 1]Ayo I'm countin’ all this money I’m stackin’ up the hundredsI'm brushing off my shoulders 'cuz the cash is in abundanceI'm badder than you buzzards who battle but you bugginI'll splatter you for frontin' leave you shackled in my dungeonI'm Shaq when I be dunkin leave you shattered like a pumpkinOn a porch on Halloween when all the teens are halfway drunkAnd I'm laughing while I'm fuckin and my shaft is steady pumpin'In ya bitch while you be watching like a chaperone or somethingIn acetone I'm dunkin' the axe I used to bludgeonYou rappers who be bluffin puffin crack rock or somethingI'll snatch the fuckin sun right out the atmosphereAnd summon several savage winged horses with the force of cattle runninI'm stampeding ya function, I'm kidnappin' the micIn the pitch black of night to kick raps I likeGot chips stacked to heights of cliffs campers hikeThe clique’s cancer-like quickly cancel ya lifeI'm kinda cannibal like the rhyming animal typeI'm toxic when I’m rockin’ so close the canister tightI kill so stand still like a mannequin mightI'm manic and might panic so pan the camera rightTo a crowd of fans ignited the night ambulance lightsGive disbelievers a seizure, then they vanish from sightFlip words like Vanna White in a white van to inviteLike I got a missing puppy and lots of candy for tykesI’m the one[Verse 2]It’s a fact that Ap is iller the prophylactic fillerPut it on ya girls face like a Snapchat filterGot fat stacks of skrilla from ASCAP I'm realerYou're a loser producer that stay swagger jackin' dillaNo extract of vanilla I'm exact with the skill of aEx-pat from Manila turned to contract killerDrill a hole thru ya skull and end your trifle existenceKeep gold on my body like the life of EgyptiansKnown to murder anybody for the slightest resistanceAnd they call me the king 'cuz I write with consistenceY'all are handicapped rappers needing cipher assistanceGot snipers at a distance with rifles and munitionsI'm nicer with the writtens than psychics with predictionsBiters get addictions want the price of my prescriptionsI always stay driven even in icy conditionsTurn wifeys to chickens have her siphoning my liquidsThe mighty whitey wicked Nike kicks in every colorEmcee crusher M.C. EscherHands sketching each other the way I scribbled in the padWhen I was living with my Dad when I first went outta stateBut I was liftin up the flag for ConnecticutCT King never forget it when I say I speak cursesIt’s nothing you can editI’m Imhotep with Black Magick on the tongueAutomatics in the mattress, I’m as bad as they comeI’m the one
MASTERPIECE... FUCK!!
348 days later
“You know what's wrong with scientific power?... It's a form of inherited wealth... Most kinds of power require a substantial sacrifice by whoever wants the power. There is an apprenticeship, a discipline lasting many years. Whatever kind of power you want. President of the company. Black belt in karate. Spiritual Guru. Whatever it is you seek, you have to put in the time, the practice, the effort. You must give up a lot to get it. It has to be very important to you. And once you have attained it, it is your power. It can't be given away: it resides in you. It is literally the result of your discipline. Now, what is interesting about this process is that, by the time someone has acquired the ability to his with his bare hands, he has also matured to the point where he won't use it unwisely. So that kind of power has a built-in control. The discipline of the getting the power changes you so that you won't abuse it. But scientific power is like inherited wealth: attained without discipline. You read what others have done, and you take the next step... There is no discipline... no mastery: old scientists are ignored. There is no humility before nature... A karate master does not kill people with his bare hands. He does not lose his temper and kill his wife. The person who kills is the person who has no discipline, no restraint, and who has purchased his power in the form of a Saturday night special. And that is the kind of power that science fosters, and permits.”
― Malcolm, Jurassic Park
Suckle-me-dee, suckle-me-dumb,
Suckle the teat, then suckle my thumb,
Suckle the experience, suckle the intellect,
Suckle the ripe, then suckle me gone { not singularity },
Suckle the outer, then suckle the inner,
Suckle geodesics, then suckle re-invagination,
Suckle the finite, and suckle eternity, again and again, and again...........
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@zedvictor4
@ebuc
What great lyrics for our Magic Mike Show.
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@ebuc
@FLRW
Hmmmm.
Needs work.
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@zedvictor4
Needs work.
Agreed. Not my typical poem. Off the cuff and i dont mean my new rotor metal rotor cuff.
Total reverse, of a worn out cuff,
Ball is now metal, with a PVC between.
Now less pain, in most positions,
Yet arm above head, causes intense situation.
6 weeks out, therapy helps,
6 weeks more, back to work I may go.
Sciatic bundle, may be next,
Foot likes to tremble, calf likes to cramp.
Back surgery perhaps, some day in the future,
For now the some pills, to keep me smitten.
Roses are red, I have some blues,
To this life Ive lived, with parts that are new.
116 days later
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@Username
" Dont Worry Be Happy..Bobby McFerrin
Here's a little song I wrote
You might want to sing it note for note
Don't worry, be happy
In every life we have some trouble
But when you worry, you make it double
Don't worry, be happy
Don't worry, be happy now
Don't worry
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) Be happy
(Ooh-ooh-ooh) Don't worry, be happy
(Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) Don't worry
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) Be happy
(Ooh-ooh-ooh) Don't worry, be happy
Ain't got no place to lay your head
Somebody came and took your bed
Don't worry, be happy
The landlord say your rent is late
He may have to litigate
Don't worry, be happy (look at me, I'm happy)
Don't worry
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) Be happy
(Ooh-ooh-ooh) Hey I give you my phone number
When you worry, call me, I make you happy
(Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) Don't worry
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) Be happy
(Ooh-ooh-ooh)
Ain't got no cash, ain't got no style
Ain't got no gal to make you smile
But don't worry, be happy
'Cause when you worry your face will frown
And that will bring everybody down
So don't worry, be happy
Don't worry, be happy now
Don't worry
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) Be happy
(Ooh-ooh-ooh) Don't worry, be happy
(Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) Don't worry
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) Be happy
(Ooh-ooh-ooh) Don't worry, be happy
Now there is this song I wrote
I hope you learned it note for note, like good little children
Dn't worry, be happy
Now listen to what I said, in your life expect some trouble
But when you worry, you make it double
But don't worry, be happy, be happy now
221 days later
"This world is mine.
I think this world may even just be a long, long dream I’m watching.
You guys may just be illusions, and it can’t be proven whether or not you really exist either.
In other words, this world was created with me at the center.
So what will happen if I die?
I don’t know.
My imagination isn’t very creative; I just can’t imagine myself dying.
In other words, there is no way this world can completely disappear.
But if I die, then everyone will disappear.
I am the only one in this world who won’t disappear.
The rest are just people I see as if in a dream."
- Felix Walken, Baccano!
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@Lemming
Occupied Space Ilusions
...ebuc.....
I smashed my finger on the head, now it is turning kind of red,
Is it an illusion, or am I in confusion?
I crapped my pants, now Im afraid to dance.
Being afraid is just an emotion, some might say a magic potion.
I crapped my pants, now Im afraid to dance.
Being afraid is just an emotion, some might say a magic potion.
Are my thoughts an occupied space, or do they exist as Meta-space?
So much information swirling around, wont be long til Im in the ground.
So much information swirling around, wont be long til Im in the ground.
This is a haiku.
Nothing special, now is it?
Doesn’t need to be.