EAT, SLEEP, SWEAR and REPEAT

have a great day 😉

 

HAPPY BIRTHDAY Bill Murray

 

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insanity laughs UNDER pressure

…Happy Feet

HAPPY FEET quote “Perhaps it’s a momentary relief from the existential terrors of existence”……..“It brings out my happy”

TAP into your Happy place

 

Eye of the Tiger

Survivor

…Its the eye of the tiger
It’s the thrill of the fight
Rising up to the challenge of our rival
And the last known survivor
Stalks his prey in the night
And he’s watching us all with the eye of the tiger…

 

Sylvester Stallone born 6th July 1946 “Fire Dog”

...So many times it happens too fast
You trade your passion for glory
Don’t lose your grip on the dreams of the past
You must fight just to keep them alive…

Survivor album: “Eye Of The Tiger” (1982)

Eye Of The Tiger
Feels Like Love
Hesitation Dance
The One That Really Matters
I’m Not That Man Anymore
Children Of The Night
Ever Since The World Began
American Heartbeat
Silver Girl

take the Rest of the Day Off

when you’re wrapped in a blanket of stars with the one you love

Like two shiny dogs

Yeah

with the one you love

Yeah

Taking the rest of the day off
Lying out the back
Slung in a hammock and
Gathering rheems of space and time

“Rest of the Day Off” lyrics by Neil Finn

One Nil album 2001

Neil Finn born in the Year of the “Earth” Dog

1958 Earth Dogs

Andy Gibb “I Just Want to be your Everything”

Martin Fry ABC “The Look of Love”

Tony Ayre ADVENTURES “Drowning in the Sea of Love”

Will Sergeant ECHO & the BUNNYMEN “Killing Moon”

Jane Wiedlin THE GO GOs “Our Lips Are Sealed”

Neil Finn CROWDED HOUSE “Don’t Dream its Over”

Marie Fredriksson ROXETTE “Must have been Love”

PRINCE “Purple Rain”

Kelly Johnson GIRLSCHOOL “Please Don’t Touch”

Ruby Turner “Its Gonna Be Alright”

Lisa Germano “ Cry Wolf”

….more Dogs on the way

 

 

 

 

 

THY KINGDOM CALM photographic journal #5

Uluru (Ayers Rock)

Northern Territory, Australia

The Red Centre

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The Rabbits…

…the arrival, ‘they came by water’ oil painting by Australian artist Shaun Tan

the rabbits came many grandparents ago…

 

The Rabbits – a picture book by John Marsden illustrated by Shaun Tan

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Part 2

 

WILDlife on show

I think I caught a glimpse of truth

…in the corner of her eyes

It was right above “I’ll bite your hand”

…just beneath a grateful disguise

They lied about the taste of life

…forced to spend her days on show

Acting all cutesy for the audience

…while her suffering continues to grow

Bleeding through the smiles and clicks

…her frustration is silently stuck

All she really wants is her freedom

…to claim a WILDlife and run amuck

PussyFoot lesson about the inner Tigers

running amock : Hantu Belian “the devil inside”

Running amok, sometimes referred to as simply amok, also spelled amuk, from the Javanese language, is “an episode of sudden mass assault against people….. 

Amok originated from the Malay/Indonesian word mengamuk, which when roughly defined means “to make a furious and desperate charge”.[5] According to Malay/Indonesian culture, amok was rooted in a deep spiritual belief.[6] They believed that amok was caused by the hantu belian,[7] which was an evil tiger spirit that entered one’s body and caused the heinous act. As a result of the belief, those in Indonesian culture tolerated amok and dealt with the after-effects with no ill will towards the assailant.[8] 

From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

 

 

JUST love… guardian whispers

They said I was rude and made callous remarks

Let there be awareness gently lighting those sparks

They told me it was best that I leave him alone

Let there be reflections guiding your patience zone

They think that I’m stupid and my directions all wrong

Let there be signposts and listen to their song

We can tune into many tones of love and temptations

Let there be moments, pleasure without ramifications

They class me as a snob because of my point of view

Let there be new classifications, JUST them and JUST you

They call me insensitive and believe that I’m mean

Let there be feedback, find your treasures unseen

They laugh at my suffering, make fun of my struggle

Let there be humour in this pain you must juggle

He watched me walk away nursing my heavy heart

Let there be forgiveness instead of tearing this apart

JUST love

PussyFoot whiskers sense guardian whispers… conversation with angels