The Ginger Man

It's normal to have dudas, or dudes, though I don't have them. I'm a simple dude, I don't do dudas, or dudes, or doubts, for that organic love matter. I might be fucking crazy. But aren't you, baby G?

I’m not a wildly funny, picaresque masterpiece or a modern classic of the highest order, despite all my never-do-well misadventures. I’m not. “He barely has time for his studies and avoids bill collectors, makes love to almost anything in a skirt, and tries to survive without having to descend into the bottomless pit of steady work. Dangerfield’s appetite for women, liquor, and general roguishness is insatiable —and he satisfies it with endless charm.”

See, baby, this moron misunderstood the moral of the story, which is “The gingerbread man story's moral is slightly dark for a fable meant for children: Be careful who you trust. The cookie believed the fox when he said he wasn't tempted to eat him—this misguided trust led to the protagonist's downfall.” And so here I am, in my cheap, scrapped weld sex mechanic overalls, fallen before your posh, adored Hawaii Ocean shorts, or those beautiful legs, oh man, ah.

Innocently, I can play building, farming, and scavenging on a faraway planet like a robot mechanic who was sent off-world in order to repair the farming love robots who have gone haywire on the All Vintage planet. Seriously, a tiny primate mechanic who specializes in maintaining sleepy kitty robots with huge … happily bored, sent to a fully automated agriculture planet that supplies deeliciously healthy food to my hungry craving soul. Close to touchdown my spacecraft loses control and crashes, leaving me as a happy-go-lucky survivor to fix you. Excuse me? You are excused, you will be fixed, baby.

I’m a professional amateur, a total underachiever doing my humbled/humbling Deep Lee thing, trying to get to you physically for almost a year now, phuck, without really knowing how. Also feel free to accuse me of being a pick me boy, my pick me girl, cuz when a pick me boy is doing his thing, you likely feel like you have no other choice but to defend him from himself, poor thing. He says he's ugly, which he may very well be, according to the established masculine beauty standards, you say he's not, sexy, wink wink. He says he's unlikable, which is pretty understandable, you say he's not. He says you'd never date him, which is true, you don’t date me, do you, how dare you, just teasing you, baby, I love you, and next thing you know he's defining the relationship and making plans for Valentine's Day.

Baby, I find it so bloody sexy when you don’t care, though I must admit I privately break down, I just shut down, I don’t know what to do, with a mountain to say, I keep silent, my soul whispers to God, my heart screams for yours. I must confess, I didn’t wanna do that, though all my heart intentions are always primitively pure, inhale, hold your breath, this is a whole new level of my love crime, you’ve been forewarned. Drenched yet? This is way much worse than Mr Bean spilling his colourfully dull and dry British humour beans returning with us now to those thrilling days of nom nom nom yesteryear.

Ready? Set, go! I confess, under duress, I eat ginger, a lot of it. And I don’t blush eating it, you do. It turns out you are Ginger, you are my Ginger, I eat you, I eat you a lot, any chance I get. And I plead guilty to keeping committing that highest consciousness love crime, eating Ginger, consuming you, getting inspired by you, loving you. You can accuse me as many times as you will, even kill my body, my soul is immortal, love has conquered me, I will always plead guilty to eating Ginger. I love it, I love you Ginger. G!!! And it’s also great you love yourself, that you come first, that I come second, don’t be Chai, or shy. Sorry, I also love Chai. But I’m shy, too shy. Err, I wanna do Chai, but I don’t know or have the right recipe. I’m Chai, shy telling you everything you need to know. And you know I have these Immanuel Kant essues from my past lives. But yeah, thank God they’re gone, God bless, God bless us, please?

I’m the Dragon Ball Z, I’m a warrior worrying about the Earth, always resorting to nature, everything natural, anything you. I defend it against evil, I defend the Earth in this Hell in search of Heaven. I defend it against artifice. Ginger is natural, ginger is a deelicious flowering plant, ginger is you. Oh hi Ginger, Original Gangster! First I thought it meant Oh God, and I have tears in my eyes right now remembering the most beautiful stuff I treasure forever, any second to drop, there will be a flood, I know, as always! You give me strength to go on, you are my spice, you are my favorite flavor, you are the magickal medicine to all my wounds I’ve collected throughout all my intense battle life, half a century now. You are my rest, you are my burial ground in Heaven on Earth. I’m the Ginger Man, I’m the Medicine Man.

My action adventures may not be very entertaining, but at least they are meant to reinforce the concept of good versus evil. Yes, as a marooned or self-imposed loner I have to learn and re-learn a lot of things, I’m just a baby, your baby, nevertheless, the rumor has it that "Dragon Ball Z" teaches valuable character virtues such as teamwork, loyalty, and trustworthiness. And if I am the Dragon Ball Z, and I need to zzz zzz zzz a lot with you, then you are a dragon fly, moving and rotating each of your four wings independently. Thanks to this unique ability, you can fly backwards, up and down, hunting all my BS love at will, so agility is key.

The Dragonfly symbolizes transformation and self-realization. The Dragonfly represents creative imagination and the insight of clear vision. The Dragonfly means “good luck.” As Jeweler Keith Jack reminds us, “The Dragonfly reminds us to live life to the fullest.” So hell yeah! And by the way, one of my favorite movies, its deep psychological impact on my overly sensitive soul, is Dragonfly, with Kevin Costner, a meditation on grief, where its structure opens the possibility of something past death offering advice and hope. And I realize I’ve been pursuing both advice and hope, chasing these women, in a way, my eternal lonely sweethearts Adviseme & Hopeme. So this is where I stand or fall, or how I fall for you standing my ground, baby.

The simple plot seeming very complex helped me understand the no big-deal grief I had felt after my Czech university love/poetess had committed suicide when she had promised me and assured me 110% that she would never do that, I was her shrink, besides other things. And believe it or not, in Olomouc, sometime in 1993, she took me to an esoteric Chinese club well underground whose cool walls were majestically painted with red dragons and Chinese hieroglyphs I admire, I remember, whose overall incensed atmosphere surpassed those of Hollywood movies.

Sitting on the beautifully carpeted floor we conversed about literature, philosophy, art, making plans about how we’re gonna travel the world together, going to museums and galleries, and laughed, and kissed for hours. She seemed so fucking happy with me, so full of life. We never made it, she took her own life knowing I loved her and was supposed to be her saving grace. I just wasn’t enough. I love life, no matter it’s killing me and I moan in animal pain, I just fucking hate and fight death, that’s all. Well, that’s where and with whom and under what circumstances I had my very first and last Chai, 30 years ago. Anyway …

Oh, the other day I met my auntie Roberta Smithah from the United Kingdom of Kangaroos who altered the lyrics of my original song Taking Off. You know, she’s old, a little senile, imagining herself going after the dragon she thinks she hates without realizing the really good qualities of a dragon only the good-hearted Chinese can discern. In European tradition the dragon is typically fire-breathing and tends to symbolize chaos or evil, whereas in East Asia it is usually a beneficent symbol of fertility, associated with water and the heavens. By the way, I water a lot, if a flower is not properly and regularly watered it fades. You are Ginger, my Beautiful flower. But you’re so much more than that, you are deep, not skin deep, you are an amazing rhizome, you are a mothership root to my bullship leaves, the vital part of a bliss plant which attaches you & me, us, to the ground or to a support, conveying water and nourishment to the rest of you plus me equals we via numerous branches and fibers.

Beauty is a fading flower, you are not, you don’t fade, as long as my heart, my soul can feel you. As long as my mouth and lips can kiss you and savor your unique flavor, such a fabulous essence, such an inno-Iknow scent-cents. I smell you everywhere, anywhere I go, you’re always with me, you’re eternal, you make me immortal without intoxicating me. Even underwater when I swim in the ocean or the pool, you’re with me forever, until the end of my daze, yet so beyond my pathetic existence. You are a potent glue. There’s nothing like Ginger, no body like yours.

Ginger is loaded with bizarrely surreal antioxidants preventing stress and damage to my body's D N A. They should help my body fight off chronic diseases like high blood pressure, heart disease, and diseases of the lungs, plus promote healthy aging, right?Your most significant medicinal property comes from gingerol, the root's primary bioactive compound. Yeah, you gotta roll with me no matter what. Say what? Oh yeah, you gotta roll with me in love with you, baby, armed and dangerous, roll or roll, pleasure seekers, treasure finders, there’s no other way. Gingerol, common sense, wooman. This compound is known throughout the world to have powerful antioxidant and anti-inflammatory powers, yep, my magick powers, all to your credit, cash is king, allowing it to help the body reduce free radicals and support overall good health when consumed regularly. See, I’ve known all my life that consuming you has been good, it’s kept me strong amidst all the challenges, afloat during all the high and low tides, alive in the many massacres of life, loving you has been the reason I’ve made it this far, you’ve always been and will be by my side. Baby, I’ve been eating you like crazy, you have no fucking idea.

And you won’t believe who approaches me in my sweetest dreams or daydream when I smell the most dragonian red rose of love, clutching the thorns of still not being together. It’s a lovely kangaroo I befriend, it’s adorably you, you’re my kangaroo, Skippy. Well, at least she claims to be Ginger. She’s like “O hi o, I’m Ginger! Got something to eat?” And I’m like “OMG, Skippy, I can’t believe it, Skippy, I literally grew up on you baby, I was a baby back then, but somehow I never grew up, I’m still a baby, I keep playing with toys! O high o no, please no, you’re married now? You’re Ginger now? Wow, Skippy, err, Ginger!!! Sure, baby, here you are, I’m right here, take me, have me!”

And she’s like “Wow, you’re a grown man, you’re the Ginger Man, you are so kind, Mr Baby!!!” And I’m like “Ya think? Then yeah, I am, I must be, I trust your good judgment, baby! Wow, you and me, we are wowee, OGs, as always, this is totally Paris, on a whole new level, much better, a different dimension, pleasure seekers, treasure finders! Baby, it’s actually you who’s so kind, thank you. We’ve been through a lot. Thank you for loving me unconditionally.”

Oh, and by the way, I’m The Cure, kind of British, but still originally Chinese, obviously, if you happen to forget your favorite Cure song, In Between Days. I’m Robert, your blissful Robert, oops, I mean your home, your happiness, your wonderful boredom, your adorable little doggie, fine, baby. You can exhale now.

The Cure - The Dragon Hunters Song (audio)

I dream of all our days to come
I drag in shapes in lines to burn
And wonder how we end this game
As on and on from stone to stone
The monsters come and go
And every one the step we follow back again
Oh they can run they can hide
But we will hunt and we will find them
They can crawl and then they die
Until our work is done yeah they can run
They can hide but we will hunt
And we will find them they can crawl
And they will die
That's why it's so much fun!
We only want a song to sing
A story told for us to live
And side by side we fight the beast
Floating words and floating world
We only wish this time we had was all
And spinning round we'll be
Yeah they can run they can hide
But we will hunt and we will find them
They come front and then they die
Until our work is done so they can run
They can hide but we will hunt
And we will find them they come front
And they will die
That's why it's so much fun someday
We'll find ourselves in love a wonderful day
Together on our own yes someday
The legends turn to stone a wonderful day
Just on and on we make it home
Still wait for all our days to be
I drag in shapes in memory
No wonder if we end the same
Around around around around it goes
The monster's been and gone
And every one the step we follow back again
Yeah always run always hide
And always hunt and always find
But everyone this week we'll fight
That's why it's won yeah

Marshmello & Halsey - Be Kind (Official Music Video)

Wanna believe, wanna believe
That you don't have a bad bone in your body
But the bruises on your ego make you go
Wild, wild, wild, yeah
Wanna believe, wanna believe
That even when you're stone cold, you're sorry
Tell me why you gotta be so out of you mind, yeah

I know you're chokin' on your fears
Already told you I'm right here
I will stay by your side every night

I don't know why you hide from the one
And close your eyes to the one
Mess up and lie to the one that you love
When you know you can cry
To the one, always confide
In the one, you can be kind
To the one that you love
Ah

I know you need, I know you need
The upper hand even when we aren't fighting
'Cause in the past, you had to prepare every time, yeah
Don't wanna leave, don't wanna leave
But if you're gonna fight, then do it for me
I know you're built to love, but broken now
So just try, yeah

I know you're chokin' on your fears
Already told you I'm right here
I will stay by your side every night

I don't know why you hide from the one
And close your eyes to the one
Mess up and lie to the one that you love
When you know you can cry
To the one, always confide
In the one, you can be kind
To the one that you love
Ah

And I know it's hard for you, but it's not fair
Going sick in the head, trying to get you there
And I know it's hard for you, but it's not fair
It's not fair

I don't know why you hide from the one
And close your eyes to the one
Mess up and lie to the one that you love
When you know you can cry
To the one, always confide
In the one, you can be kind
To the one that you love
Ah, ah

When you know you can cry
To the one, always confide
In the one, you can be kind
To the one that you love
Ah

Plumb - EXHALE (Official Music Video)

It's okay to not be okay
This is a safe place
This is a safe place
Don't be afraid
Don't be ashamed
There's still hope here
There's still hope here

No matter what you've done or who you are
Everyone is welcome in His arms

Just let go let His love wrap around you
And hold you close
Get lost in the surrender
Breathe it in until your heart breaks
Then exhale
Exhale

Spirit come tear down the walls
That only You can
That only You can
Reconcile this heart to Yours
Right now God
Right now

Just let go let His love wrap around you
And hold you close
Get lost in the surrender
Breathe it in until your heart breaks
Then exhale
Exhale

Oh God we breathe in your grace
We breathe in your grace
And exhale
Oh God we do not exist for us
But to share Your grace and love
And exhale

Oh God We breathe in your grace
We breathe in your grace
And exhale
Oh God we do not exist for us
But to share Your grace and love
And exhale

Just let go let His love wrap around you
And hold you close
Get lost in the surrender
Breathe it in until your heart breaks
Then exhale
Exhale
Exhale
Exhale
Exhale

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