Smooth as Anything
Master Don Juan
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Stop looking for love… your one, true love, the most majestic beautiful creature exists… Nothing else does, though. I’m speaking to myself, aren’t I?
…aren’t I?
Your love exists within a blade of grass… in the tears you cried when your dog passed away… your love exists in the only place it ever has… where your dreams come true and irrationality is rational.
Looking for love in all the wrong places… In girls who don’t know what love is… In sex, drugs and money. Love is not a $300 pair of Sandals… Nor is it the most beautiful girl you’ve ever seen…
Take a deep breath and smile… None of this is real, anyway. You’ve been given this chance… look what you’ve done with it! The Earth is green my friends, but only for so long.
You can trust the one you love… you’ll always be forced to live with that love… for if it is true – once it is sparked: it will never go out.
No more standards… No more boundaries… Realize what it is we’re here for, and cry. Cry tears of misogynistic joy. It’s time.
The beliefs you prescribe to… the false thoughts and trivial reality we all take so much time to perfect. The shoes you wear, the way you shape your hair… Those things are so much more important than you think… We are all artists, paint everything you see…
Paint yourself… be it with a t-shirt or a blazer or with finger-paints. Paint yourself.
Paint the world… be it with a smile, a laugh, or a kiss. Paint everyone, paint the world.
Never feel bad, ever again… Love is in the air… Look at the sky… beautiful, isn’t it?
Love the world… it can be so difficult – for it is so cruel… but that must never stop you… love the world for its beauty… its love… its overwhelming compassion… So many love you… they don’t even realize it, though.
Your one true love is yourself… You are all you can trust: you are all you will die with… But isn’t that wonderful? Look at your canvas, friend, look at all the paints you’ve been given! How can you be depressed? You painted your own picture, and you can always paint over it. You can always paint over it.
Things happen for a reason… embrace life as the curved persuasive touch from a stranger. Embrace love with love.
The hells we are living in are so great, if you stop for a moment and realize how truly wonderful they are. There is no sense in feeling depressed. Will you die tomorrow? No. but you will someday. Live it up.
Don’t lie to me… No one lives their life like they may die the next… We live a life of a consequence… consequence dictates our course of action. We cannot live expecting to die the next day, and accomplish anything. We must think in the long-term but love in the short.
Don’t set goals… set desires. What you want yourself to do is different than what you want to do. There is no use in doing anything you don’t want to do… Ever.
All your friends leave you… your family shuns you… tornado warnings all across the county… Your love is still within you… your love will never leave.
The day you die is the day your love will be set free. We can do no wrong.
We look for love in all the wrong places… and that is why we get attached… We want to love someone so we can love ourselves. We set requirements… that we must reach a certain number of women, or dollars and cents, or grades – before we can learn ourselves.
It was a logical idea at first: but dead wrong.
Love yourself, and show it. Nothing else matters. What you want is a woman to love, but you must let that go… Take that emotion and put it towards yourself. Make yourself beautiful. Do it with that paint… Sculpt your canvas with weights and bikes and paint it with clothes.
Love yourself first… Paint everyone else… don’t love them, but paint them… That is to say: your canvas has been given to you… you cannot sculpt that canvas… but the message; the ideas; the love – you paint that. You create it.
Create it today.
…aren’t I?
Your love exists within a blade of grass… in the tears you cried when your dog passed away… your love exists in the only place it ever has… where your dreams come true and irrationality is rational.
Looking for love in all the wrong places… In girls who don’t know what love is… In sex, drugs and money. Love is not a $300 pair of Sandals… Nor is it the most beautiful girl you’ve ever seen…
Take a deep breath and smile… None of this is real, anyway. You’ve been given this chance… look what you’ve done with it! The Earth is green my friends, but only for so long.
You can trust the one you love… you’ll always be forced to live with that love… for if it is true – once it is sparked: it will never go out.
No more standards… No more boundaries… Realize what it is we’re here for, and cry. Cry tears of misogynistic joy. It’s time.
The beliefs you prescribe to… the false thoughts and trivial reality we all take so much time to perfect. The shoes you wear, the way you shape your hair… Those things are so much more important than you think… We are all artists, paint everything you see…
Paint yourself… be it with a t-shirt or a blazer or with finger-paints. Paint yourself.
Paint the world… be it with a smile, a laugh, or a kiss. Paint everyone, paint the world.
Never feel bad, ever again… Love is in the air… Look at the sky… beautiful, isn’t it?
Love the world… it can be so difficult – for it is so cruel… but that must never stop you… love the world for its beauty… its love… its overwhelming compassion… So many love you… they don’t even realize it, though.
Your one true love is yourself… You are all you can trust: you are all you will die with… But isn’t that wonderful? Look at your canvas, friend, look at all the paints you’ve been given! How can you be depressed? You painted your own picture, and you can always paint over it. You can always paint over it.
Things happen for a reason… embrace life as the curved persuasive touch from a stranger. Embrace love with love.
The hells we are living in are so great, if you stop for a moment and realize how truly wonderful they are. There is no sense in feeling depressed. Will you die tomorrow? No. but you will someday. Live it up.
Don’t lie to me… No one lives their life like they may die the next… We live a life of a consequence… consequence dictates our course of action. We cannot live expecting to die the next day, and accomplish anything. We must think in the long-term but love in the short.
Don’t set goals… set desires. What you want yourself to do is different than what you want to do. There is no use in doing anything you don’t want to do… Ever.
All your friends leave you… your family shuns you… tornado warnings all across the county… Your love is still within you… your love will never leave.
The day you die is the day your love will be set free. We can do no wrong.
We look for love in all the wrong places… and that is why we get attached… We want to love someone so we can love ourselves. We set requirements… that we must reach a certain number of women, or dollars and cents, or grades – before we can learn ourselves.
It was a logical idea at first: but dead wrong.
Love yourself, and show it. Nothing else matters. What you want is a woman to love, but you must let that go… Take that emotion and put it towards yourself. Make yourself beautiful. Do it with that paint… Sculpt your canvas with weights and bikes and paint it with clothes.
Love yourself first… Paint everyone else… don’t love them, but paint them… That is to say: your canvas has been given to you… you cannot sculpt that canvas… but the message; the ideas; the love – you paint that. You create it.
Create it today.
