It seems there have been some stress related posts lately. In fact, I would submit that regardless of the Uppity bullshit from my first post, the Uppitiness in this blog is unrestrained. As a protocol of relaxation I suggest repeating this mantra at least 15 times during a 3o minute timeout you give yourself.
The snow is deeper than my dog is tall
Push it, push it
Fuck that, fuck'em all
And for the doubters, that is a Haiku on two levels - nature is invoked and there is an emotional ending. Wish I had some visuals to add.
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As a short literary piece, it's not half bad, even though you egregiously plagiarize Salt-n-Pepa in Japanese poetic form. I find the meter rather infectious. I can see myself chanting this while I shovel. Thank you, Jason, for opiating us like the hepped-up, graceless apes that we are. Once again, it takes a librarian.
I have a limerick version available upon request
I repeated it as a mantra for the suggested time period, then i just felt weird.
yeah . . . i know what you mean . . . after my mantra session, i had an overwhelming urge to find a gun . . . .
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