He believed everything; he believed nothing. His own self increasingly confounded him. One day he could passionately feel one thing, the next day the opposite. Other times provisional states would alternate from hour to hour, sometimes all crashed into chaos. He would wake up with this feeling: Who would he turn out to be on this day? How many warring selves were there within him? Which was his real natural self? Was there such a thing? How would he know it when he saw it? Would it have a guarantee attached to it? Lost in such a room of broken mirrors, with jagged reflections backing into eternity, he felt numb. His instinct was to escape, to seek out someone to talk to.
These days everyone was insisting on their identity, coming out as a man, woman, gay, black, Jew – brandishing whichever feature they could claim as if without a tag they wouldn’t be human.
E pa gos'n Hanif-u - dobro nam doshli u udruzhenje Escapeologista gdje MPD je norma vishe nego izuzetak. "Backing into eternity" te chini isto tako inbitvincom - kontash, ni tamo ni vamo - tako da dobro doshao nam i u to udruzhenje (koje je ustvari dio onog provog udruzhenja).
Sve mi se chini kao da je gos'n Hanif chitao Diceman-a???
a man lies in his bed in a room with no door he waits hoping for a presence, something, anything to enter after spending half his life searching, he still felt as blank as the ceiling at which he's staring he's alive, but feels absolutely nothing so, is he? when he was six he believed that the moon overhead followed him by nine he had deciphered the illusion, trading magic for fact no tradebacks... so this is what it's like to be an adult if he only knew now what he knew then...
i'm open come in i'm open come in
lying sideways atop crumpled sheets and no covers he decides to dream... dream up a new self for himself
Eh pa (opet ja pochinjem ovako) Hanif je pragmatichar - njega ne interesuju nebuloze. On ti je k'o hirurg, ili stolar, ili arhitekt ili obuchar - on vidi problem i treba da ga rijeshi - on ne voli neodredjene osjechaje, ne voli maglu, mrak i neizvjesnost straha. Sad mozhesh rechi da to ne voli niko - i u pravu si. Ali niko to ne prezire, ili je mozhda josh bolje da kazhem da se niko toga ne ustruchava i nikom to nije tako neprijatno kao Hanif-u (ili bilo kojem drugom pragmaticharu). Ali pragmatichari redovno mijenjaju "magic for facts" - zhao mi je "no tradebacks". Shto ono jedan moj haver jednom rek'o - treba brate znati i u mahmurluku uzhivati. Zna bolan svako rasola se hvatiti...eeehhh!
I'm not aware of too many things I know what I know, if you know what I mean Philosophy is the talk on a cereal box Religion is the smile on a dog I'm not aware of too many things I know what I know, if you know what I mean, d-doo yeah
Choke me in the shallow waters Before I get too deep
What I am is what I am Are you what you are or what? What I am is what I am Are you what you are or
Oh, I'm not aware of too many things I know what I know, if you know what I mean Philosophy is a walk on the slippery rocks Religion is a light in the fog I'm not aware of too many things I know what I know, if you know what I mean, d-doo yeah
Choke me in the shallow water Before I get too deep
What I am is what I am Are you what you are or what? What I am is what I am Are you what you are or what?
What I am is what I am Are you what you are or what? What I am is what I am Are you what you are or what you are and
What I am is what I am Are you what you are or what?
Don't let me get too deep Don't let me get too deep Don't let me get too deep Don't let me get too deep
Choke me in the shallow water Before I get too deep Choke me in the shallow water Before I get too deep
We are not ourselves, actually there is nothing we can call a ”self” any more; we are manifold, we have as many selves as there are groups to which we belong… The neurotic has overtly a disease from which everybody is suffering… J.H. van den Berg
My aim is to bring about a psychic state in which my patient begins to experiment with his own nature – a state of fluidity, change and growth, in which there is no longer anything eternally fixed and hopelessly petrified. Carl Jung
The torch of chaos and doubt – this is what the sage steers by. Chuang-Tzu
I am Zarathustra the godless: I still cook every chance in my pot. Nietzsche
Oh, Mr Rhinehart has just taken a steep dive of the fringe of the world and the "self" as he and we knew it following his will to dive deeper than ever before and deeper than anyone has ever dived prior to his stunt - nontheless unaware of the fact that at the same time the stone of circumstantial necessity has been tossed into the mirror of everything he and we know, shattering our meaning-carrying ontological systems of conceptualization into small pieces of uncertainty. Mr Hanif would never do that... Never! He's a professional. He practices parsimony and pragmatism. Do we suffer from some kind of separation anxiety as we are feeling increasingly forced to abandon the fragments of the world we once knew? Are we abdicating the epistemological throne as it falls to pieces which no longer make sense? Simultaneously we seem to welcome this new, yet ever-distant, ontological salvation that lies somewhere in the most of hope into the days ahead. Or, in a word, we appear as stuck with fragments of meaning, the fragments that belong to conceptually incommensurable polarized worlds.
This is my face Covered in freckles With the occasional spot And some veins
This is my body Covered in skin And not all of it You can see
And, this, is my mind It goes over and over The same old lines
And, this, is my brain It's torturous analytical thoughts Make me go insane
And I use mouthwash Sometimes I floss I got a family And I drink cups of tea
I've got nostalgic pavements I've got familiar faces I've got a mixed-up memory And I've got favourite places
And I'm singing "oh oh" on a Friday night And I'm singing "oh oh" on a Friday night And I'm singing "oh oh" on a Friday night And I hope everything's gonna be alright And I'm singing "oh oh" on a Friday night And I hope everything's gonna be alright
This is my face I've got a thousand opinions And not the time to explain
And this is my body And no matter how you try and disable it Yes I'll still be here
And, this, is my mind And although you try to infringe You cannot confine
And, this, is my brain And even if you try and hold me back There's nothing that you can gain
'Cause I use mouthwash Sometimes I floss I've got a family And I drink cups of tea
I've got nostalgic pavements I've got familiar faces I've got a mixed-up memory And I've got favourite places
I'm singing "oh oh" on a Friday night And I'm singing "oh oh" on a Friday night And I'm singing "oh oh" on a Friday night And I hope everything's gonna be alright And I'm singing "oh oh" on a Friday night And I hope everything's gonna be alright
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"My reflection, dirty mirror
There's no connection to my self...
I'm the face in your dreams of glass"
SP
He believed everything; he believed nothing.
His own self increasingly confounded him. One day he could passionately feel one thing, the next day the opposite. Other times provisional states would alternate from hour to hour, sometimes all crashed into chaos. He would wake up with this feeling: Who would he turn out to be on this day? How many warring selves were there within him? Which was his real natural self? Was there such a thing? How would he know it when he saw it? Would it have a guarantee attached to it?
Lost in such a room of broken mirrors, with jagged reflections backing into eternity, he felt numb. His instinct was to escape, to seek out someone to talk to.
Hanif Kureishi – The Black Album
These days everyone was insisting on their identity, coming out as a man, woman, gay, black, Jew – brandishing whichever feature they could claim as if without a tag they wouldn’t be human.
Hanif Kureishi – The Black Album
E pa gos'n Hanif-u - dobro nam doshli u udruzhenje Escapeologista gdje MPD je norma vishe nego izuzetak. "Backing into eternity" te chini isto tako inbitvincom - kontash, ni tamo ni vamo - tako da dobro doshao nam i u to udruzhenje (koje je ustvari dio onog provog udruzhenja).
Sve mi se chini kao da je gos'n Hanif chitao Diceman-a???
Za razliku od Diceman Luke-a, Hanif-ov instikt je jachi i ima rjeshenje:
"...seek out someone to talk to."
Ili?
Indeed! A great circle of imaginary firends :)
a man lies in his bed in a room with no door
he waits hoping for a presence, something, anything to enter
after spending half his life searching, he still felt as blank as the ceiling at which he's staring
he's alive, but feels absolutely nothing
so, is he?
when he was six he believed that the moon overhead followed him
by nine he had deciphered the illusion, trading magic for fact
no tradebacks...
so this is what it's like to be an adult
if he only knew now what he knew then...
i'm open
come in
i'm open
come in
lying sideways atop crumpled sheets and no covers
he decides to dream...
dream up a new self for himself
Pearl Jam
Eh pa (opet ja pochinjem ovako) Hanif je pragmatichar - njega ne interesuju nebuloze. On ti je k'o hirurg, ili stolar, ili arhitekt ili obuchar - on vidi problem i treba da ga rijeshi - on ne voli neodredjene osjechaje, ne voli maglu, mrak i neizvjesnost straha. Sad mozhesh rechi da to ne voli niko - i u pravu si. Ali niko to ne prezire, ili je mozhda josh bolje da kazhem da se niko toga ne ustruchava i nikom to nije tako neprijatno kao Hanif-u (ili bilo kojem drugom pragmaticharu). Ali pragmatichari redovno mijenjaju "magic for facts" - zhao mi je "no tradebacks". Shto ono jedan moj haver jednom rek'o - treba brate znati i u mahmurluku uzhivati. Zna bolan svako rasola se hvatiti...eeehhh!
I'm not aware of too many things
I know what I know, if you know what I mean
Philosophy is the talk on a cereal box
Religion is the smile on a dog
I'm not aware of too many things
I know what I know, if you know what I mean, d-doo yeah
Choke me in the shallow waters
Before I get too deep
What I am is what I am
Are you what you are or what?
What I am is what I am
Are you what you are or
Oh, I'm not aware of too many things
I know what I know, if you know what I mean
Philosophy is a walk on the slippery rocks
Religion is a light in the fog
I'm not aware of too many things
I know what I know, if you know what I mean, d-doo yeah
Choke me in the shallow water
Before I get too deep
What I am is what I am
Are you what you are or what?
What I am is what I am
Are you what you are or what?
What I am is what I am
Are you what you are or what?
What I am is what I am
Are you what you are or what you are and
What I am is what I am
Are you what you are or what?
Don't let me get too deep
Don't let me get too deep
Don't let me get too deep
Don't let me get too deep
Choke me in the shallow water
Before I get too deep
Choke me in the shallow water
Before I get too deep
Edie Brickell & The New Bohemians-What I am
We are not ourselves, actually there is nothing we can call a ”self” any more; we are manifold, we have as many selves as there are groups to which we belong… The neurotic has overtly a disease from which everybody is suffering…
J.H. van den Berg
My aim is to bring about a psychic state in which my patient begins to experiment with his own nature – a state of fluidity, change and growth, in which there is no longer anything eternally fixed and hopelessly petrified.
Carl Jung
The torch of chaos and doubt – this is what the sage steers by.
Chuang-Tzu
I am Zarathustra the godless: I still cook every chance in my pot.
Nietzsche
Anybody can be anybody.
The Dice Man
Oh, Mr Rhinehart has just taken a steep dive of the fringe of the world and the "self" as he and we knew it following his will to dive deeper than ever before and deeper than anyone has ever dived prior to his stunt - nontheless unaware of the fact that at the same time the stone of circumstantial necessity has been tossed into the mirror of everything he and we know, shattering our meaning-carrying ontological systems of conceptualization into small pieces of uncertainty. Mr Hanif would never do that... Never! He's a professional. He practices parsimony and pragmatism.
Do we suffer from some kind of separation anxiety as we are feeling increasingly forced to abandon the fragments of the world we once knew? Are we abdicating the epistemological throne as it falls to pieces which no longer make sense? Simultaneously we seem to welcome this new, yet ever-distant, ontological salvation that lies somewhere in the most of hope into the days ahead. Or, in a word, we appear as stuck with fragments of meaning, the fragments that belong to conceptually incommensurable polarized worlds.
This is my face
Covered in freckles
With the occasional spot
And some veins
This is my body
Covered in skin
And not all of it
You can see
And, this, is my mind
It goes over and over
The same old lines
And, this, is my brain
It's torturous analytical thoughts
Make me go insane
And I use mouthwash
Sometimes I floss
I got a family
And I drink cups of tea
I've got nostalgic pavements
I've got familiar faces
I've got a mixed-up memory
And I've got favourite places
And I'm singing "oh oh" on a Friday night
And I'm singing "oh oh" on a Friday night
And I'm singing "oh oh" on a Friday night
And I hope everything's gonna be alright
And I'm singing "oh oh" on a Friday night
And I hope everything's gonna be alright
This is my face
I've got a thousand opinions
And not the time to explain
And this is my body
And no matter how you try and disable it
Yes I'll still be here
And, this, is my mind
And although you try to infringe
You cannot confine
And, this, is my brain
And even if you try and hold me back
There's nothing that you can gain
'Cause I use mouthwash
Sometimes I floss
I've got a family
And I drink cups of tea
I've got nostalgic pavements
I've got familiar faces
I've got a mixed-up memory
And I've got favourite places
I'm singing "oh oh" on a Friday night
And I'm singing "oh oh" on a Friday night
And I'm singing "oh oh" on a Friday night
And I hope everything's gonna be alright
And I'm singing "oh oh" on a Friday night
And I hope everything's gonna be alright
Kate Nash - Mouthwash
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"1. hammy
A way of refering to ones hamstring/s.
My hammies are as sore as hell after that run.
2. hammy
A person or thing is defined as a 'Hammy' when they possess a large genitalia.
"I slept with this guy last night and he was definitely a Hammy, I'm still acheing this morning!
3. hammy
1. Pronoun. A nickname for a hamster
2. N. a hamster.
3. adj. cute. adorable.
Related Words
1. Hamson
1. N. a hamster
2. adj
1. cute
2. also a five year old version of handsom
2. Hamsonite
(see samson)
antonyms
Gross, Colin Farrell, Ugly, Fabio, rectums, crack whores, policemen, peter griffin
bill: whats your hamsters name?
beatrix: hammy"
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Just to ease your curiosity - I am a squirrel :)))
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