Yeeeaahh, BUDDY! You struck gold AGAIN with this new one: _Wild Eyed_. Your humorous, light hearted side is - like life itself, balanced in a fractal symmetry by your more serious and profoundly deep, melancholic, contemplative expression of The Beautiful Cry, whereby you fearlessly embrace Both the exquisite joys AND the occasional haunting sorrows discovered and explored by ALL of us travelling bards enrolled in this current experiential class of EarthWalk 101. Caught the ref to Prometheus getting burned & crashing back down to earth when he flew too high; too close to the sun. But I don't see any need to beat yourself up over taking what she said and drowning it. I mean, IT SOUNDED TRUE! So you'd probably hoped that it was, so to subsequently discover it was just another case of SSDD (same sh*t, different day), well, that's just another handful of salt ground into a long infected wound, so of Course, you're gonna instinctively knee-jerk and spit some venom - let's face it, when your own internal hope compels you to dive in with Both Feet during your ceaseless quest for True Love, only to have Your investment of Your part of the True Love dream just sh*t on and flippantly trodden under foot, well that really f*ckin' Hurts like hell and there's nothing even remotely Fair or Good about it! But yet, rather than stew in all that and just let it spiral downwards into an ugly bitterness or morph you into a jaded, cynical, sardonic Buzz-Killington, you have the wherewithall to transmute all that sadness and pain into an ineffably beautiful requiem for ANYone "brilliantly retarded" enough to yet remain steadfast in this compelling Quixotic quest for that elusive and enigmatic treasure of inestimable value: That 4-Letter "L" Word. Sooo, Rock ON, you delightfully reckless and unsane seeker of transcendent joy & joie de vivre! May you never thirst: -Hermano Azul Inquisitor General, Church of All Worlds
Yeeeaahh, BUDDY!
You struck gold AGAIN with this new one: _Wild Eyed_. Your humorous, light hearted side is - like life itself, balanced in a fractal symmetry by your more serious and profoundly deep, melancholic, contemplative expression of The Beautiful Cry, whereby you fearlessly embrace Both the exquisite joys AND the occasional haunting sorrows discovered and explored by ALL of us travelling bards enrolled in this current experiential class of EarthWalk 101.
Caught the ref to Prometheus getting burned & crashing back down to earth when he flew too high; too close to the sun.
But I don't see any need to beat yourself up over taking what she said and drowning it. I mean, IT SOUNDED TRUE! So you'd probably hoped that it was, so to subsequently discover it was just another case of SSDD (same sh*t, different day), well, that's just another handful of salt ground into a long infected wound, so of Course, you're gonna instinctively knee-jerk and spit some venom - let's face it, when your own internal hope compels you to dive in with Both Feet during your ceaseless quest for True Love, only to have Your investment of Your part of the True Love dream just sh*t on and flippantly trodden under foot, well that really f*ckin' Hurts like hell and there's nothing even remotely Fair or Good about it!
But yet, rather than stew in all that and just let it spiral downwards into an ugly bitterness or morph you into a jaded, cynical, sardonic Buzz-Killington, you have the wherewithall to transmute all that sadness and pain into an ineffably beautiful requiem for ANYone "brilliantly retarded" enough to yet remain steadfast in this compelling Quixotic quest for that elusive and enigmatic treasure of inestimable value: That 4-Letter "L" Word.
Sooo, Rock ON, you delightfully reckless and unsane seeker of transcendent joy & joie de vivre!
May you never thirst:
-Hermano Azul
Inquisitor General, Church of All Worlds
I think you used a backing track.
R u REALLY outside?? 🧐. Birdie 😘🥰
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Fantastic!
Der's Birdies!