If you don’t suffer from a sense of humour may I suggest this post may offend you.
I bet you didn’t know that Socrates suffered from Agoraphobia ( fear of open places) .
Rate her or hate her. The term narcissism came about because of Kim kardashian
Bet you didn’t know that Nostradamus made sure he got the credit for predicting his own death on Easter Sunday.
How? He committed suicide that very day.
Need a genie The next best thing to a genie? Find a random bipolar person – make sure you rub heads – turn around anti- clock wise; three and a half times and any wish of yours will come true.
Come on , what bullshit Daisy?
Okay here is a heads up? It is bullshit .
This only works if you do the same routine with schizophrenics
Want to trace your mental health ancestry -it’s a common fact that all people with mental illness descended from gipsies and witches in a forest just outside of Bulgaria.
We all know that people with mental health issues are not the same. Illness can happen to a diverse range of people. The most important part of this fact is they are all left handed -I should know.
We all know that people with mental health issues are so consumed with themselves and can’t see past their own nose. This is why they mostly have goldfish for pets.
Who the hell started this myth?
I mean let’s get real here, us mentally ill people also have crabs, octopus and Wildebeests as pets.
Here’s a secret- us mentally unwell folks recognise our own kind with a secret handshake and talk to each other in an ancient language ( borrowed and used in the ‘minion’ films) so no one can understand us.
Actually that is bullshit again,
The truth is we all have special decode-fier rings that can translate the language of green space aliens – FACT!
New pub trivia knowledge for you,
There is only one support group that all Swiss people will attend for Depression. Only one.
If you want extra kudos and bonus points
Did you know that in the Korean language there is no word that can be translated as ‘paranoia ?
You should get a free round with that one.
Heard of Xeno ? another Greek philosopher even older than Socrates.
Well, he was an actual Xenophobic – he was! I studied Greek myth at university.
Who likes a ‘few’ drinks to calm themselves every night and possibly in the morning too? Well, don’t worry ,back in the middle ages= drinking copious amounts of alcohol was seen a prestige hobby like hunting and not an illness.
Did you know you have more success getting a psychiatrist to engage in conversation if you disguise yourself as an Orange. Why? He thinks he is more likely to get all the juice from you .
Hedges neatly trimmed – enough to dishevel a bearded vagabond to weep after his latest woe.
No coat hangers to gut the newborn sac.
Charlie stood for hours until her number came up.
Raging
rouge screams with a tremulous beep.
Surreal
Conceal
Unable
to strike the star lead role in a Bollywood film deal.
Unsullied arrived in a cumulus cloud stricken by a thunderous compulsion to wail.
Esther didn’t hear the bond lust, lilted scream.
Memory hazed -by two fat ladies at gate number 8.
Efforts disarmed – the inability to count down to the primal odd.
Nebulous chlorophyll masked her mouth. Envy immobilised to an unrecalled dream.
Innocents smile swinging on tyres.
Freddie Kruger caught in a static slumberless nightmare loses credibility to a sterile clinic
Action paralysing every unconscious scene.
Stratham, London. the Knight defends to keep watch.
Both stumble upon a tidy little room – 1970’s style. No disco defibrillator harmonizing jolts to the melody of
‘ Staying alive ‘
Old granny hoovers up flowers choking on an ivy patterned carpet.
Mist of lavender lingers.
This bitch knows how to spray.
Don’t mess with this O.G.
Peppered, seasoned hair, non-linear lines carve out a facial narrative.
Don’t be fooled by this kungfu hoe.
Inebriated illiterate desensitized to her strategy in a game of cruel Cluedo.
It’s all so normal. It’s life, you know…..
Scissors aimed
ready
to
stab
a beating heart
Positioned in foetal
Sucked out the uterus.
Pro-choice.
Pro voice.
Pro-life.
Pro midwife.
Tall walls
Bricks bolster the Illusion of affairs in order.
Fiercely scrutinized is the woman who maps out her own destiny – navigates the boundaries that her ideas can afford her.
Quality control.
The NHS paid for a private eye.
Two signatures deemed sufficient to see her through the hours of her sobering silence.
Shameless in her deflowered disguise.
Ginger nuts, unsavoury tufts.
No, this wasn’t her nine month due – no ice cubes for killing in the name of freedom to govern her own vessel.
No need for pro-life Stepford wives lies.
Sins anoint.
Sins accumulate.
Where would our saints stand without a dissident at hand?
Society sits down, protest proudly.
Part the veil of clouds
Peer piously downwards,
ready to strike thunderbolts of judgement.
Rain down booming terror tactics.
Esther cares not for their gospel band.
Society sips, exhaling wafts of fair trade Ivory coast coffee beans.
Privilege smells of a modern holocaust of starving babies in bony mothers arms.
Who said any of these women consented to consummate?
Penetrative obedience to the phallic statues erected in morning glory psalms.
Civilized society!
What if God was one of us?
a scripture in the making.-
Touch and kiss the sky.
Would he become the true reflection we see, when we catch ourselves about to exhale the final breathe before we die?
Fantasies always signed off with a silver lining and promises of a rainbow.
Reality is cold,
winter serves a plateau of ice.
Frigid flowers are frozen in angst
Shatter like glass.
Rebel against their reproductive nature.
Air.
breathe.
One full gasp.
If only a mere raspy rant leaves on its depart.
It’s either them or an urban jungle of homo sapiens collecting another free day ride.
Ready to infect ignorance on every global ocean that has shows we all go out at low tide.
Rebirth!
JUST
ICE.
Everybody’s got to hear the shit on FM willows call!
Stumped hand makes it arduous to know what to write about.
The world globe doesn’t stop spinning today because our global happiness secret is something practised around the world, any time, any place.
SECRET TO HAPPINESS: Reign in the need to control everything and have faith
TRADITION: Prayer / mantras/ meditation
DATE: Everyday
CELEBRATED :Around the world.
I don’t know about you but I have always had control issues- my weight being a huge bugbear. I even want control over things like knowing what my Birthday presents are. I mean I used to hate surprises. I think it has something to do with knowing how to react. I don’t want to get into loads of pyscho babble. Surprisingly 😉 (wink wink nudge nudge) I do like surprises more than I used to. Lots of therapy did the trick 😀
The truth is;
Can we control the weather?
Well, if we actually did something to help our environment maybe we can to some degree save it, but we can’t control if it is going to snow, rain, etc..
Can we control the economy?
No, because we already have a bunch of corrupt bastards who have a better hand in ‘controlling’ it – to be fair no one can control it but they can influence it.
Can we control Death? No.
George Michael hit it on the nail when he sang
‘you gotta have a little faith a faith a faith aaah.’- that is how it goes in my head anyhow.
Faith hooks an index finger under our chin and turns our face to it and says;
“It is what it is”
Faith is always linked with Religion. Whatever religion you can think of there is always some ritual of offerings, prayers, sacrifices and putting our trust in an unseen entity ,that we believe has the power ,that we perceive we lack to change things. I have a saying about this – you may not like it but when has that stopped me from being blunt before?
By all means practice your faith and let me practice mine or lack of it. I always get peoples backs up when I say,
” Why give some invincible God all the credit for my own hard work? Credit where it is due. “
I’m kind of kidding. We all need to place our faith in something when there is the possibility of losing all hope. The same goes for what we can and can’t control.
My family have this in-house joke that my Grandad is up in heaven or wherever and ‘making bets and business deals with God’ .
That’s why we surrender. There is no address we can Google, no appointment we can make to visit our God of choice and talk business. We don’t know if our ‘prayers’ will be answered -so we have to take comfort in hoping that our Gods are merciful. There is always the middle man – priest, witch doctor etc..
Personally, I prefer to go to the direct source.
This is where faith can ‘move mountains’ – as the saying goes. The direct source of faith is inside us all, no matter what religion we identify with. When you get on the plane for your vacation – you place your faith in the pilot to get you to xyz destination. You don’t ask him which God he answers to. If we need surgery we place our trust in doctors of all faiths because in my opinion all those faiths lead to one source.
For what it’s worth,I believe in something more tangible – I believe in energy. That energy doesn’t discriminate. My faith is in knowing there is scientific proof that there is kinetic energy. I believe when I release any energy I am holding hostage inside me in the form of thoughts ,emotions etc… it helps me direct my energies outwards into the cosmos.
So, when things are not going so great, think about what it is that you can truly control and cannot control. This post is not about religion. It’s about taking ownership of what you truly have power over that can make a difference and letting go of the things that you can’t control.
Example:
You can’t control it if your partner cheats on you but you can control how you respond and how you let it play out. You decide the outcome – you may decide to never place your trust in another person again. You can also summon up hope and have faith that things will get better over time. Your heart will mend.
MESSAGE: Unburden yourself. Who ever you place your trust in – be it a God, an Angel, the four elements, energy, allow them him/her/it to lift the weight off your shoulders of what is beyond your control. Only then can you truly move forward and be free.
Staghorns a part of the metropolitan sound of music subculture in Tel aviv talking about Mental health , creative outlets, life and his music ventures.
I’ve been sitting on Staghorns for a couple of months – another great Soundcloud discovery. I connected body, mind and soul with Tel Aviv native-born Staghorns -Shlomi’s track -Outfluence. The track’s title is the opposite of influence listening to this track conjures colours, soft textures, a breezy summer house tune. It is playful. ‘Outfluence’ and a couple of his other tracks ‘Uneasy Dave’ and another track yet to be released take you on a journey into the very heart of Tel Aviv’s thriving electronic dance music culture.
Staghorns music is inviting the world to enjoy the sounds of Tel Aviv’s music subculture: the message seems to be about Freedom. His sound is infectious without the unwanted side effects of living in a COVID 19 World. Staghorns other tracks are typically optimistic, he experiments with ambient sounds and swings right over the sensual acid synth sounds of electronic dance music.
I love the track Outfluence – it has so much energy and bounces.
Hello Staghorns! Thank you so much for doing this Feature. Firstly I want to say I love the new video for your track ‘Outfluence’. Can you tell me more about how it came about?
A page LoDisco makes videos for hobbies and wanted to make a video and I appreciate it very much.
(LoDisco promotes upcoming artists in the LoFi disco and LoFi House scene -Join channel on LoDisco
How did the name Staghorns come about?
Okay, my family name is Zvi (pronounced Tzvi) which is a stand for Stag and a Staghorn is a very interesting plant.
(Okay I’m going to have to look that one up. I am such a geek haha! )
Me too -lol
What if anything inspired your track and your music?
My interest comes from my own trying to make sense of life and living, through the game of parallel sound channels, learning through a playful process.
When/What made you start playing music?
When I was young, I had a Yamaha PSR e413, which is an entry-level keyboard, it had some cool sounds on it and I learned how to record songs into it.
What genres of music do you like to perform in?
House music
What kind of people connect with you and your music?
Most of the people I know feel open with me, and they also feel open with my music, even though some of them are not familiar with electronic music.
What quote/sentence would you say best describes you and your music?
Looping the loops
Going back to ‘OutFluence’ I was drawn to the Alan Watts-esque sample
Actually in Outfluence I sampled a Psychiatric from YouTube who talks about how to handle with anxiety. but maybe he cited Alan Watt? I don’t know.
Who are your influences in music? And why?
Tiga, Four Tet, Booka Shade – They came through my mind when I thought “wow I want to make something like this!” while listening to them.
When you think/see the two words Creativity & mental health what 3 words come to mind for each one.
What are your experiences or views with on mental health issues and the music & entertainment industry?
Music can be something to lean on, especially if you create it yourself…mmm I’ve been struggling with anxiety all my life, 10 months ago I decided to take care of it seriously.
Have you had negative experiences in your life that drew you to a creative outlet like music? And if so how did exploring your creativity help you?
Sometimes when I have bad dreams it affects the mood of my next creation.
(I think I can relate. When a person’s Mental Health becomes unwell -for myself it feels like I’m under the Influence of my Illnesses. Your track ‘OutFluence’ is the opposite of how I would describe the symptoms of Mental Health -isolation, fear, etc.)
Is there a bigger message you are trying to send out and what is your message?
The bigger message is an oldie but a goodie… Telling my story as a legitimate one and hoping the effect is contagious…
It is a crazy world we live in. What is life like for people living in Tel-Aviv with COVID?
It’s hard to see the city shut down during lockdown, especially after you experience how vivid Tel Aviv is.
Are you trying to do something or create awareness with your music career or hobby?
it’s a work in progress. I’m figuring out what is in the core of my creative process. Basically, I’m trying to make myself feel more “at home” in the world.
What is the weirdest job you have had?
I was an Escape Room operator
(Haha! Funny & cool too. That is ironic in the sense that Anxiety is about escaping form what we are trying to feel as opposed to embrace our fears and conquer our goals.
Your new track ‘ Uneasy Dave’ (Big Momma’s House Records) has a great acid sound to it. It’s an intriguing title.
Uneasy Dave is a pun It’s like Uneasy Day
but Uneasy Dave stands for a character who feels uneasy and shy. if you hear the first 2 seconds of the track, you’ll hear a “heh…” a sound of discomfort
(The first words that came to my mind when I heard the track is that is creative, innovative, sensual – the title seems to tie in with the anxiety and mental health issues yourself and many other people can find deliberating to live with at times…)
Are you trying to do something or create awareness with your music career or hobby?
it’s a work in progress.
I’m figuring out what is in the core of my creative process.
Basically, I’m trying to make myself feel more “at home” in the world.
(I think I can relate.In my opinion when my Mental Health becomes unwell – it feels like I’m under the Influence of my Illnesses. Your track ‘Outfluence’ is the opposite of how I would describe the symptoms of Mental Health-isolation, fear & other symptoms people can find debilitating to live with at times)
(It has been fun and pleasure collaborating with you and finding out something about Israel’s electronic house scene and I appreciate you opening up about your own Mental health issues and how creativity has helped you embrace and improve your Mental Wellbeing).
Instinct them there eyes that sit on the side of your face
where your ears shoot up from the top of your head.
Primitive- does it have a capacity to learn?
What is instinct?
the ability to know if something is a good idea or bad?
Is it just leftovers from another former homo sapien – who didn’t get the Darwinian letter notifying us to change?
Second guess it –
Third time make a mess of it.
What about those who have been conditioned by torture?
How do they know if their instincts can guide them to shores of safety?
Mothers instincts – is it the same as caring?
The instinct to repeat the same mistake – short circuit -rewiring alert .
Instinct tells me I am fucking it up.
I lie typing furiously trying to have my way.
I paid to be happy and don’t tell me I’m wrong,
instinct tells me this already.
Inside there is a stubborn overgrown tree – happily rooted-
Oh what a character!
It takes over me. Seen those shows when a person is hypnotised?
Never been hypnotised but…. I can imagine that worst case scenario is wanting to do something or not wanting to do something but having this entertainer conjure me to do the opposite of what I want.
What I say I will make me happy.
The rules is I am in a theatre of sorts – being watched, performed on .
I’m paralyse, can’t move -yet still I get to see all my actions performed for all to see.
I’m compelled to just let it be.
I was born with an inherent instinct to destroy every opportunity to feel a laugh leave my throat or a smile find it’s way curving upwards.
what is in me?
Who put it inside me?
I was pulled out with forceps and a low tolerance for people –
Did I get put on the wrong planet?
was I a botched experiment from a distant galaxy that needed terminating?
Who in their right mind throws away happiness like a blossom tree losing her flowers in autumn?
I don’t have that much to give. I did at some point but…. now that seems like a far away – old shedded skin
Creativity comes from within.
Instinct compels me to sin and win
LittleBee I failed you…
Can’t finish this… it is glib.
I can’t forgive me.
I’m a monstrosity.
DOn’t say those words daisy or you will become what you think you are.
True but I’ve forgotten how to be I am , I are, I will ,I think…
The red army draws collective breath whistles it out in a howling gust of wind snarling.
She stands tall – her long tresses raised to the heavens
A subtle message from Hell’s dwellers: it was back to attack.
Every month, they stalk her just as night follows day, full-mooned. Hairy palms, yellow slit eyes – she would rather die of an internal haemorrhage than be demeaned.
They see the blood trickling down her legs.
Draw in closer – metallic scented pack.
Pro-choice in an era where science can make the dead come to life – yet still she must bleed whether she carries life inside her or expels the botanist’s seed.
Condemn her to a life in pro. Micheal Jordan had space jam. A notorious – well-received flow. She blushes every time her breasts swells – nature twists in a smile. Nipples point straight at the mouths of the hungry -ready for their feed.
To be Anonymous in a WikiLeaks world. Memes, social media information convulsing out statements of change:
Did you know?
Think about how brainwashed – your mind is!
She knows she still rolls in her own shit.
Unfit for a carry one movie with Benny hill and the league of justice.
Dead pool eyes.
She knows this world is too abrasive
Her skin smooth
Her passion unhinged
One straight jacket away from having the whole collection of brand unfit.
‘It’s a happening, baby ‘-throwback to Allan Kaprow.
Everyone is crazy. Everyone has issues.
Everyone stand and link arms at the toll bridge
show solidarity for your fallen foes.
The ones who fell 20 feet from the building or overdosed on legal high drugs brought from some hoodie called Jack Wills.
How to be seen and have her privacy in a cyberbully surveillance world?
Charity matters.
Throwdown your sticks allow overgrowth to infect the anti-stigma hedges trimmed neatly in a row.
She screams out in shrill
Ears sharp enough to raise the dead.
How is it possible no one sees or hears of her ills.
Despicable matters in the eyes of the living dead.
An out or an in.
A place that stirs broth from her blood flow waits until her insulin levels drop to an all-time grave
So shallow.
Sugar-coated words nauseate her.
Her duty to be human and keep her heart on the ticker – inside she knows the hurricane won’t stop swaying the palm trees until she is torn from her roots
From below.
Mr Big has an acute perspective unable to see she is drowning with every weapon she draws.
It doesn’t take a hostage negotiation expert to know that eventually, even the savviest terrorist can be worn down to drop its ammunition.
Stockholm! Place of the cordial juiced up paedophiles.
Intensive herbal essence conditioning treatment is their only hope of showing her how to be free.
A Jesus embellished slice of toast to honour her first Butter valley communion.
She thinks she is free.
She knows it’s part of her syndrome.
To admit her state of inferiority to herself would mean she ‘s dubious about her declaimed existence.
Her mind is her prison. She has the padlock and the pin number. She sits up to 24 hours a day punching in the password, unlocking the clunk of metal chains – on a loop.
An exercise in futile persistence.
The ending is found in her very beginnings born out of blood, stained, crying
Pulled out with forceps the white coats defined her form from the moment they beat her into breathy life.
Smiling jokester with broad shoulders fighting all corners of the globe
Her last breath will be when she lets go-
Stops giving.
In her state of cocoon expose her true misery to the world – look at her in her strife
Daisy in the willows 