Flower Child With Spike (Explicit)
well i'm a gentleman working
in the garden of love
i lay down in the dirt
if someone gives me a shove
but i'm sick of this scene
such a nice young man
spreadin' seeds on my knees
gettin' down with my hand
i stay up all night
playin' games with my dolls
tryin' to get them to move
climbin' up the fuckin' walls
I'M AT A JUNCTURE!
IF I DON'T LOSE THIS SNAKE
I'M GONNA RUPTURE!
IF I DON'T PENETRATE
I'M GONNA PUNCTURE!
just give me a break
fore i lose my mind
and go fuckin' insane
all the girls in my life
they got vinyl skin
if someone saw what i do
they'd say a prayer for my sins
i got a handful of roses
for my blow-up squeeze
i'm gonna use this thorn
to get a fuckin' wheeze
I'M AT A JUNCTURE!
IF I DON'T LOSE THIS SNAKE
I'M GONNA RUPTURE!
IF I DON'T PENETRATE
I'M GONNA PUNCTURE!
just give me a break
fore i lose my mind
and go fuckin' insane
Crazy About You
Someday lady you'll accomp'ny me
Out where the rivers meet the sounding sea
One fine day, you'll look at me
And you will know our love was meant be
One day I'll capture you, and call you to my side
One day I'll take you from the boredom of our lives
Someday we'll be together
Yes we will, yes we will
Before I finally go insane
Please, don't say we'll never find a way
One way, or another, I'm gonna win ya
I'm gonna get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya
I can't help it... I've got to have you
It's all over... I've got to have you
One of these days
I'm going to cut you into little pieces!
Dressed in White
Dressed in white, the man stepped off the main road and walked toward the compound. Though it was only mid morning, the sun had beaten the scene into wavy submission. Sweat beaded on the man's forehead before streaming down his face. His loose clothes offered little help circulating air across his skin. Some of the people walking in the opposite direction thought his clothes were too big. And the fabric, the way it jutted, didn't look quite right. His lips moved, just enough to be noticeable, like he was talking to himself. At the same time, there was a strange calmness in his countenance. When he was 20 feet from the gate, he was hit with a wall of warnings. He'd wanted to reach the gate, but, still, he could have an impact from here. Besides, the sands of time had run out. All sights were on him. He paused for a moment, then looked up at the sky.
The Wind
Akira the monk approached the Zen master and said, "Master, what is nothingness?"
Abrupty, the Zen master poked Akira in the chest with his right index finger.
Akira stepped back in shock, looked down at the master's finger and his own chest, and at once saw his true nature like a thunderclap that exploded in his diaphragm. A simultaneous flash of lightning instantly spread to the tips of his toes, fingers, and head. Akira looked up, wild eyed, nearly breathless, and said,
"Yes, master, I understand! The truth is in the Buddha Heart! I myself am nothingness because there is no self, just so many aggregates. In fact the whole universe is illusion, empty of intrinsic existence, a construct under which lies nothingness. Clinging to beliefs in either self or universe will only lead to dejection and more suffering, while rejecting them will lead to peace and wisdom. Is that it, master? Is it?!"
The master replied, "No. Pull my finger."
A Philosophical Sentence
I was a mere undergrad when I entered the philosophy department library, deep in thought, certain of my existence, interrupting the philosophy professors' meeting, not having been aware of the philosophy department meeting sign outside the door because it was pushed aside, finding myself well inside, intent on returning René Descartes's Meditations On First Philosophy to its perfect slot, when I looked up, horrified, but I didn't show it, not even when the department head, who was speaking, stopped, and with the other philosophy professors, some standing, some sitting, watched my slow motion show, without words for the first time in his most distinguished career, until rebuking me with a distinct
AH-AHEM!
as I, having replaced the Meditations, now more certain of my existence than even René, retraced my steps and exited the library,
AH-AHEM!
exploding in my skull, mortified as though I'd broken in on an orgy of geniuses, but, still, I did not show it, I did not, for I was a student of philosophy, and equanimity was my ideal, and all these years later, I know that I failed this test, because, though I did not show it, I was filled with anguish, and I chastised myself for my behavior for a long, long time afterward, and I know now that I should have shown it, perhaps with a quick smile, apology, and exit, as soon as I realized the context, but I also wonder why the orgy leader, in all his wisdom and grandeur, didn't just say to me,
Laddie, unless you want to drop your pants and bend over, I suggest you drop that little book in the box outside, and have a good rest of your day.