Today I want to talk about my organs. Lately my music coach thought I was dead and asked me “if I was going to give my organs?” If you say nothing then the French law assumes it doesn’t bother you. That’s why today I’m writing this post to say I won’t give my real organs but only a few good songs with organs.

Also I want to talk about organic traffic: today the traffic of my blog doesn’t have a lot of organic traffic. I’m ranked on page 4 of Google. If you want to have a profitable blog, it seems organic traffic is the way to go. Paid traffic is the kind of traffic where there’s no ambiguity. To me organic traffic is the one where people won’t accept money to be friends with you.

So yes there’s a problem guys: the Milky Way and adolescence. Parents are really afraid of adolescence and hope their children won’t give in to the corruption. But first let’s examine the organ songs.

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Know What To Do When Sad And Lonely?

The first song with organs by Jimi Hendrix talks about birth trauma, making love with no pain, telling the future and outskirts of infinity. This song from Hendrix is so beautiful like many of his poetic songs that sometimes I think it was written for me (LOL).

Anyway those are interesting themes to deal with. I think the outskirts of infinity could be very cool. You might discover new universes. I know making love with no pain is a sensitive subject. But like RHCP used to sing, we might get used to it: “that mother fucker’s always spiked with pain”.

As for the future, I guess we don’t have a choice: we must adapt or die. That’s why our tools and skills should be the best possible. Birth trauma might be just about the love for what you hide and some kind of bitterness inside.

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What Happens When Stress Meets Relax?

Another good song from a frenchman talks about a ladies’ man. It talks about discotheques, drinking too much, love and the long run. I really like that song because the writer also was a ladies’ man and maybe he talks a little about himself in that song.

What’s wrong with going out in all discotheques you can think of? I also go out everyday and used to go to jam sessions almost everyday in Paris. I guess without working a little, partying makes no sense. Now drinking too much is an easy problem to solve: if you aren’t drunk, you don’t know a thing. Or you lose consciousness. Some people are naturally drunk by the way like me at the moment (trying to make a few bucks on the internet).

Now what about all persons of the opposite sex idealising a person? No doubt it could make some people jealous. But let’s remember we can’t aim for mediocrity otherwise we might find it. How long can a good thing last? What about a bad one? There’s one thing I’m sure of: if you don’t do something, something bad can last a long time very easily.

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What Kind Of Dose Will Make You Weird?

Another nice song from the same artist talks about intoxication or poisoning. The song talks about hallucinations, unconsciousness and again love. They say the dose makes the poison and I must say I got a bit sick and tired writing on the internet. Or maybe it’s a memory from my lonesome past.

A hallucination is a perception in the absence of external stimulus that has qualities of real perception. I guess it’s pretty cool when the sensation is pleasurable but the real challenge is when you see rose elephant. Lack of consciousness is dangerous and most people use the subconscious mind to deal with that. I guess it’s a kind of allusion; a question of culture.

And you might give up on love when intoxicated or poisoned. Sting mentions love can make you sweetly intoxicated like a desert rose.

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How Does It Feel To Be Short Of Breath?

I got a lot of solidarity when my music coach asked me if I was going to give my organs. And that’s why now I’m writing on the internet. I don’t know what else I can do; I used to do a lot of things and have friends from a different background. But it seems old habits die hard: people are racist to a point where they express themselves with a code.

Take for example what I was told 4 years ago: they told me I wasn’t far from high treason. But just before they insulted me with the now classic: “fuckin’ Lebanese”. I guess music can help with the deepest pain. Only if you want to get over it and playing xylophone next to your window to contact aliens might not help.

So there you have it: I gave my organs. Now please I need organic traffic because I already spent like 2000$ on Facebook and Google to bring people to this blog.

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