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The Art of Yeee-haw

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  The Art of Yeee-haw Goddamn, let's do a tune called "Hanson Hide," okay?   Goddamn tape's rollin', let's go!   Let's round 'em up!   One, two, three, four! Rollin', rollin', rollin'   Rollin', rollin', rollin'   Keep them Asians movin', movin', movin'   Though they're workin', never complainin'   Don't try to tell me they're not floodin'   We're gettin' swamped! Swamped! SWAMPED! Yippee-yi-yay, burqa in your face!   Yippee-yi-yo-ki-yay, cover up the race!   Hanson hide, yeee-haw! Rollin', rollin', rollin'   Rollin', rollin', rollin'   Keep them Africans out, out, out   They bring disease, that's what she shouts   No refugees, no black South, no doubt   We're gettin' swamped! Swamped! SWAMPED! Yippee-yi-yay, chain-link and hate!   Yippee-yi-yo-ki-yay, keep Australia white!   Hanson hide, yeee-haw! No good Muslims!...
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Navigating the Unknown

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Navigating the Unknown


Nu Jazz by JJFBbennett 

Description:
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. 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.

Keywords:
Journey, Self-Discovery, Transformation, Transition, Becoming, Liminal Space, Inner Worlds, Metaphor, Twilight, Mountains, Courage, Hope

Hashtags:
#SelfDiscovery #PersonalGrowth #Transformation #JourneyWithin #InnerPeace #Mindfulness #Inspiration #Motivation #LifeJourney #SpiritualAwakening #EmbraceChange #BePresent #InTheMoment #Twilight #Mountainscape #landscape #leadership #lost #metamodernism






John Bennett - AKA JJFBbennett, is an independent artist. You can view and subscribe to my work via Blogger, YouTube, Flicker, Facebook, Instagram and Deviant Art. 

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