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"Passing cars and security lights
Guide my way home through the night
I feel safe here
And the neighbours aren't close enough to hate me
And tonight I'm getting young drunk
Walking down the streets where I grew up
Knowing that they're to blame
And all the red brick fences look the same
And I've finally found a home
In a handful of people I was lucky enough to bump into
We act like pessimists, but we're in love with it "
"I'm just sitting here waiting for the sun,
it's 5am and my friend said to call her when it comes,
Oh lady <???>, lady don't know what she wants,
she's got boys running round her body all day long,
Bitch, don't come to me in tears,
I haven't heard from you in years,
Don't you tell me that you miss me,
You're a great pretender."
Can't find the official lyrics anywhere.
Back to music.
"I'm borderline happy, and I'm borderline sad
I'm borderline good and I'm borderline bad
And I can't get rid of this singing fear
You saw me out and my head gets clear
I live my life in shackles, but I'm borderline free
I used to be blind and I still can't see
In a round and round till you change your mind
As long as nobody breaks my sight"
I woke up this morning
It was extremely cold outside
The clouds were really gray
And I looked at the clock
And it was 12
And I thought the clock was tricking me
But I just slept for a really long time
The next thing I did was have a shower
And I felt safe because I wasn’t in the wind
And while I was in the shower my phone was ringing
Which is why I didn’t pick it up
I just thought I should tell you that
I called you back
You told me you got a job
I asked if you could get me one
And you said maybe
Then I became very aware that I didn’t do much
But I guess that’s kinda normal
When you wake up at 12

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If seeing a corpse thrown into the grave, which is one, two, or three days dead, swollen, bloated, bluish-black, full of filth; one should draw this conclusion regarding one's own body: This body too has this nature, has this destiny, & cannot escape it. If one should see a corpse thrown to the burial ground, gnawed and partly eaten by crows, hawks, vultures, dogs or jackals, & creeping with all kinds of worms & maggots; one should draw this conclusion regarding one's own body: This body too has this nature, will also become exactly like that, & cannot ever escape it. If one should see a chain of bones, flesh hanging from it, splattered with blood, held together by the sinews... or bones disconnected & scattered in all directions, here a hand-bone, there a foot-bone; here the pelvis, the spine, the skull.... or bones, now bleached, pale white & looking like sea-shells... or black rotting bones finally crumbling into dust; One should think: This body too has this nature, has this destiny, & cannot escape it.
The Satipaṭṭhāna Sutta (MN 10) & Mahā-Satipaṭṭhāna Sutta (DN 22)
So I used to rock. I sat the floor, or under a table, and rocked back and forward. I remember seeing documentaries from my youth of the behaviour in autistic children, and when I tried it myself, I understood at once that it was a profoundly calming action. One focussed on the movement to the exclusion of all else; the physical act of controlling the movement, of keeping the rhythm, of feeling the muscles in your body keeping the movement going.
These days I meditate. I sit on the floor, with earbuds using an app playing forest sounds, and I concentrate on my breathing. I breathe in, and out, and in, and out and just keep going. The idea is to remove all unwanted thought by focusing on experiencing breathing, of the cycle of inhalations and exhalations, of conciously feeling your body, to the exclusion of everything else.
Now I do it for 15 minutes, and I find by the third 5 minute section (my app sounds a gong every 5 minutes) I am calm, and all thoughts caused from my life, from outside influences, have ceased to bubble up to my consciousness, and that I am in a peaceful and meditative state. I come out of the meditation in the state that practitioners call mindfulness; a state where the only thoughts in my head are those I deliberately and consciously choose to exist.
It seems to me that the two actions, rocking and mediation, are basically the same thing. Repetition and concentration on a physical act to control thoughts that are ceaselessly clamouring for attention and to reach a state of peace devoid of said thoughts.
One, however, is socially unacceptable, while the other is even seen as socially desirable. Tell someone that you mediate, and they will be interested, will want to know more. Tell someone that you rock, and they will react with alarm and even fear.
But, to me, they are simply different manifestation of the same act.
Happiness is a conscious choice, not an automatic response.
Mildred Barthel
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For a song with hundreds of covers, this is still my favourite.
negative space: cube matrix
inspired by Victor Vasarely’s piece via jessiethatcher
I hope you understand me Just trying to stay positive I ain't no preaching fucker and I ain't no do-goody-goody either This is about when shit goes pear-shaped And if you aren't or never have been at rock bottom then good luck to you in the big wide world But remember that one day shit might just start crumbling Your bird might fuck off or you might lose your job It's when that happens that what I'm talking about will feel much more important to you So if you ain't feeling it, just be thankful that everything's cool in your world Respect to BC Positivity Positivity
The Streets, "Stay Positive"
Currently my favourite teenage Zimbabwean-Australian female electro-rapper.
That works for me.

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When I have something stressful or challenging the next day, I try to think of there being two mes.
One is nighttime me, and the other is morning me. Nighttime me can't do anything about the problem in the morning. After all, he doesn't exist then. All he can do is get a good night's sleep. So I sleep, and when I wake up, morning me is well rested and can deal with the problems of the day.
It must be said, however, that morning me thinks nighttime me is a bit of a dick.
It is hard to find happiness within ourselves, and it is not possible to find it elsewhere.