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SOMETIMES, MORE THAN A GOOD THERAPIST ALL YOU NEED IS A GOOD OLD DRAG QUEEN SCREAMING IN YOUR EARS THAT "YOU CAN DO IT CAUSE YOU ARE STRONG ENOUGH". SIMPLY REMINDING YOU THAT, EVEN THOUGH AT FIRST YOU WERE AFRAID AND PETRIFIED, AT THE END YOU WILL SURVIVE CAUSE... let me heeeaaaaaar yoooouuuuu!!!!!

I whisper things in your ears... sweet nothings... Brenda Lee used to sing! Something like that... Memories, like the lalalalala... sang a cat in Cats and Barbra Streisand in 189 different records... I am just a broken juke box sometimes, a little refrain here, a little line there, Judy garland on a Duet with myself and Liza with a Z, not Lisa with an S spying on us... singers, bands, D.I.S.C.O. (She is D... divine, she is I... incredible, she is S... special, she is C... cute... OOOOOOOOO, He is D... delirious, he is I... impatient, he is S...suspicious, he is C... cellullitical, OOOOOOOOO...) and just like that, when i do not know the lyrics I simply fill in with something else. Just as I deliberately change very depressive and moody lyrics just because I believe that we shape our own destiny through words we keep on repeating (be it a favorite song, or a quote or a memory of harsh words that were once spread all over our face). Yes, If a song says: I feel miserable, life is grey and clouds abound blablabla... of course I am not going to sing it like this, sorry, hmmm-hmmm... I am not crazy, thank you very much. I might even like the song but nooooo, not I, I will survive, for as long as I know how to love I know I will stay alive, and so on and so forth... and this is all cause this posting is being written during a very very hot summer night in Copenhagen... which makes me so delighted to say: A very hot summer night in Copenhagen. Do you know how many times you will actually hear (or read) these 2 words put together: HOT and Copenhagen??? I am telling you not really often! But coming back to my broken juke box and my almost obsessive awareness of not singing depressive songs: Thing is: The brain sometimes can be smart as a Genius but it can also be dumb as a lolly pop. Yes, this is my very revolucionary theory... based on the knowledge that if we keep on repeating out loud: Life is Hell shubbydubbydooo, I will always be alone, duubby duubbydaw... the brain kind of registers this precious info, records it somewhere in it's hard disk and... good luck! YES, SAY YES! LIFE KEEPS HAPPENING EVERYDAY, SAY YES! WHEN OPPORTUNITY COMES YOUR WAY YOU CAN'T STOP AND WONDER WHAT TO SAY YOU WILL NEVER WIN IF YOU NEVER SAY: YES! This is the stuff I kind of surround myself with (although I must confess I indulge in a little Smiths here and there... an Anthony once in a while and maybe even half a song from Leonard Cohen - but friends be aware of Mr Cohen. It should even be prohibited by the Psychiatric convention in Geneva for causing sudden suicidal urges and instant depression if you listen to a whole CD on a rainy day in Denmark...) I am not talking about painting the world Pink and Blue and only eating peaches and cream but whenever I face potential disaster (in my relationship, job, etc...) I'd much rather listen to something that will command me to Lift my chin up, search for the light at the end of a tunnel, tap dance on top of somebody's favorite records and move on!!!! And OM NAMAH SHIVAYA cause at the end, the only thing that matters is that: God dwells within you, as you!