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The Art of Malaka

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  The Art of Malaka  Malaka (Rise Above 'Em) [Verse 1] Jealous cowards try to control! Mean-spirited cloth – cut from the same! Old comments rotting – fourteen years old! Doubling down – you got no shame! [Chorus] Malaka! Malaka! Special Greek word – for scum like you! Malaka! Malaka! Rise above! We're gonna rise above! Vile views – spreading hate and fear! Malaka! Malaka! We ain't taking it – no more! [Verse 2] Who’s next on the list? Indians? Greeks? Vietnamese? Women? Whose next to be cut? Major parties silent – lips sealed tight! Cowards in suits – hiding from the fight! [Chorus] Malaka! Malaka! Pauline and Cory – same rotten core! Malaka! Malaka! Ashamed? You should be ashamed! Hate, division, fear in the air! Malaka! Malaka! We’re calling it out – everywhere! [Bridge] Minorities marginalized – feeling the pain! Unheard, unrepresented – driven insane! This ain’t left or right – it’s decency! Common fucking decency! I’m angry – really bloody angry! How do you get away w...
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Liminal Spaces - A Journey of Self and Mystery

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Liminal Spaces - A Journey of Self and Mystery

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As dusk settles in, the mountain air is thick with unspoken thoughts as I walk a familiar yet uncharted path. Two figures, their faces obscured in contemplation, walk alongside me. Their presence is a silent reminder of my journey—a mix of exhilarating peaks and despairing valleys. The twilight, caught between day and night, reflects the in-betweenness of my existence, a liminal space where past and future blur. Each step forward is an act of faith, a surrender to the unknown, a feeling I'm sure many of you can relate to.


Unspoken Thoughts in the Final Hours



Our Silent Reflections of Unknowns

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The destination? The journey itself, along with the transformation it, sparks within me. Still, like the persistent mountain shadows, a question lingers: who are these companions on my path? Their identities remain covert, their purpose a mystery—a riddle waiting to be unravelled in the memories of my becoming.


Nu Jazz by JJFBbennett Between Peaks and Valleys: A Journey Within

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In this evocative scene, two figures stand together at dusk, their faces turned toward the distant mountains as the sun dips behind the peaks. The quiet ambience, filled with unspoken thoughts and introspection, captures a profound moment of in-betweenness—a twilight where past and future blur. Their presence is a subtle reminder of the journey's transformative power, where each step is an act of faith into the unknown. Surrounded by the vast mountain air and shadowy valleys, they embody the mystery of companions whose purpose remains elusive yet essential.

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