Tell Anyone Who Doesn’t Like It They Can Kiss My Eigenwelt

Our lives have meaning.

And meaning makers.

But only one person can determine who and what all this encompasses and that substantial responsibility falls to lil’ ol’ US.

If we so choose.

Otherwise, our existence will be totally shaped by them and what they think.

And if they happen to be confused at the same time we are, we’re all in trouble.

Yep, the gainful pain called the good life (TGL) lies just North of regular bewilderment.

Confidently waiting to be found.

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.

S’all fully splained rat here.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Existential_therapy#Four_worlds

Weezer – Hash Pipe

I can’t help my feelings;
I’ll go out of my mind.
These players come to get me
’Cause they’d like my behind.
I can’t love my business,
If I can’t get a trick.
Down on Santa Monica,
Where tricks are for kids.

Oh, come on and kick me.
Oh, come on and kick me.
(Oh.) Come on and kick me.
(Oh.) You’ve got your problems;
(Oh.) I’ve got my ass wide

I can’t help my boogies;
They get out of control.
I know that you don’t care
But I want you to know.
The knee-stocking flavor
Is a favorite treat
Of men that don’t bother
With the taste of a teat.

Oh, come on and kick me.
Oh, come on and kick me.
(Oh.) Come on and kick me.
(Oh.) You’ve got your problems;
(Oh.) I’ve got my ass wide
(Oh.) You’ve got your big G’s;
I’ve got my hash pipe.
i’ve got my hash pipe

Oh, come on and kick me.
Oh, come on and kick me.
(Oh.) Come on and kick me.
(Oh.) You’ve got your problems;
(Oh.) I’ve got my ass wide.
(Oh.) You’ve got your big G’s;
I’ve got my hash pipe.
I’ve got my hash pipe.
I’ve got my hash pipe.
I’ve got my hash pipe.

Lyrics courtesy: http://www.sing365.com/music/lyric.nsf/Hash-Pipe-lyrics-Weezer/46DF04827A65BE9148256A4E00247F99