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 Personal Experience of the Collective - A relatable moment of connection to the Collective Unconscious
Morning kitchen routine becomes a portal to ancestral wisdom. Ordinary breakfast transforms into extraordinary communion with the Collective Unconscious through domestic ritual and memory. From my upcoming book "Breakfast with Jung." Chapter 1. The Collective Unconsciousness .

Breakfast with Jung

At dawn’s ragged edge, my kitchen becomes
A temple of ordinary prophecies
Coffee grounds like black diviner’s sand
Messages from the dead burned into toast

My grandmother’s hands emerge from steam
Weaving histories into my cup, while outside
Bougainvillaea bleeds its crimson alphabet
Across windows thin as memory’s skin

In the toaster’s chrome, faces ripple:
Great-aunts with eyes of burning coal,
Cousins carrying unborn stars in their teeth,
Children who might bloom from my bones.

Their reflections overlap like hungry ghosts,
All pressing against morning’s fragile glass.
The kettle screams with a thousand voices—
Every cup of tea ever poured flowing backwards

Through time’s copper throat. Even Jung himself
Pauses mid-bite, startled by its prophecy.
A tui splits the sky’s yolk with her song,
Harmonising with languages lost when

Eden’s gates swung shut. Her notes scatter
Like black pearls across my breakfast plate.
Time pools honey-thick in this hour
Between dreaming and day, sweet

With the marrow of memory. My spoon
Stirs ripples in the universe’s coffee cup.
The morning news bleeds through dimensions—
Every headline ever printed rising like smoke

From my coffee: wars, loves, births, extinctions
Spiral into one eternal moment of toast and tea.
Through the window, the bougainvillea
Drops petals red as birth-blood, each one

Carrying messages from the collective heart—
Semaphores from gardens of remembered light.
Watch now—as my ancestors lean in, hungry
For one more taste of morning, their shadows

Drinking light from my cup. Even the sugar bowl
Holds crystals of compressed eternities.
In this kitchen, we are all time travellers,
Breaking bread with our unborn children,

While the dead pour tea with trembling hands
And tomorrow whispers in our marrow.
Tell me then, you who breakfast alone,
Do you see them in your morning mirror—

All the faces time has worn and will wear,
Gathering like moths around your light?
Here at dawn’s clean slate,
Where every breakfast is the last breakfast,

And also the first, we drink our coffee
Black as memory, sweet as prophecy,
While Jung smiles from the doorway,
Knowing that eternity was always this:

A kitchen full of ghosts at morning,
Passing cream across time’s borders.
 
By Stephen Francis Hollins


11/October 2025

Breakfast with Jung

FACE - 24 на 7 (Cover)

Я Женюсь На Девочке Из Аниме

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lyrics:

HOLD THAT BAKER NO ANTWON DIXON IM SMOKING ON COOKIE INSIDE OF MY KITCHEN THAT BOY GETTING CROSSED CAUSE A GOD HAS ARISEN/
I TOOK TWO FOURS TO THE FACE AND I PISSED IT/
NUMBER ONE STUNNA IM STONED WHILE I FLIP SHIT/ 
YOU WASHED UP AND THATS WHY YOU DO DISHES/ 
I HOLD THE BEAM LIKE A SATELLITE DISH IS/
WISH ME GOOD LUCK AS I FIST ON YOUR BITCH YES IM IN THE CUT/
ALCOHOL DRIP YES/
DO IT FOR SPORT/
RAPPING AND SHIT, YEA/
SAY WHAT I WANT, AND WHAT I DID HEH/ 
YOU COULDNT DO IT, AND YOU CANT SPIT YEA/
I GOT THE FLUID, ALL IN YO BITCH HAIR/
WHO I INFLUENCED, ALL OF MY KIDS THERE/
YOU LOOKING STUPID, IM LOOKING QUICK YEA/
FLOW IS SO CHANGED UP SAID THAT I CHANGED UP WHAT IF I CHANGE UP PUSSY AINT KNOW ME SO HOW IN THE FUCK COULD YOU SAY I DONE CHANGED UP? 
NIGGAS WANT SMOKE WELL IM THROWING MY GANG UP/ 
AND IM DONE PLAYING ROUND WIT THIS BACK N FORTH/
IM BOUT TO PULL UP AND SPRAY AT THE PORCH/
BROAD DAY, YOU GET TURNED TO A CORPSE/
BROADWAY, WHEN IM UP IN THE COURT/
THE AUTO START SINGING A TUNE LIKE T PAIN/ 
LASER GO LIGHT UP THE ROOM LIKE HEAT WAVES/
CLIP HOLD 30 HE COLD LIKE FREEZE FRAME/ 
BACK ON MY WAIST LIKE KEYCHAINS/ 
I GOTTA DO WHAT I DO WITHOUT DE-LAY/
BALL SO HARD MIGHT NEED A REPLAY/ 
EATING THESE RAPPERS IT FEEL LIKE A CHEAT DAY/
KNOWING THEY SWEETER THAN CHEESE CAKE/
MUST I SAY ANYTHING ELSE THAT IMPRESS YOU? 
LINES TOO CLOSE AND YOU SCARED THEY’LL MOLEST YOU/ 
FLOW IS SO SICK IT COULD COME AND INFECT YOU/
DR. OF RAP WHEN I COME TO DISSECT YOU/
WHY DID IT I DO IT AGAIN/
CAUSE YOU STILL DOING PRETEND/
THIS IS THE START OF YOUR END/
AND IM JUST ONLY BEGINNING/ 
BUT I BEEN KNOWN FOR JUST WINNING AND NO BULLSHITTIN BUT BALL LIKE PIPPIN MY LINES ARE THE TYPE THAT ARE NOT WORTH SKIPPING YOU MIGHT LEARN SOMETHING IF YOU PAY ATTENTION/ 
WHY DID I WANNA PROTECT YOU/
I SHOULDVE BEEN MORE NEGLECTFUL/
YALL ARE JUST SO DISRESPECTFUL/
OFFER A HAND TAKING HANDFULLS/ 
WHILE IM NO PERFECT EXAMPLE/
IM STILL THE BEST IF YOU HAD ONE/
AND I GOT BARS YOU CANT HANDLE THATS WHY YOU WANT READ ALL THEM SHITS LIKE A MANUAL/ 
MAN IM JUST CHANGING THE CHANNEL/
IM FOR MY SIDE LIKE A FLANNEL/
BUT I GOT BARS TO DISMANTLE AINT NO TIME FOR PANELING SHIT LIKE AN ANALYST/

Fukkit - Baker Has A Deathwish (Prod. BLKSMIITH)

[PROD. 8ROKEBOY]

TEAR ME LIMB FROM LIMB, ALL I WANT TO SEE IS HER SMILE ONE MORE TIME, WHERE EVER SHE IS...

Lyrics:

Tell me what you want me to be
I’m tearing down these walls you’ve built between us
And even if you wanted to see
What I’ve built for us on the other side, 
I’ve lost my mind

So What the fuck did you mean to me?
I can’t answer all of your mindless questions!
You knew it meant almost everything!
Everything I fucking would’ve given to save us!

You don’t know the real me do you?
You only know what I wanted you to think of me!
The problems floating inside of me are endless...
Like the shards of glass piercing beneath my feet!

So Am I not good enough am I not enough for you?
I’m slowly falling apart pieces are breaking!
It’s not enough to see me die in front of you
You need me gone,
And lying on my knees!

So listen here while I scream out for you!
I need the closure of something everlasting!
YOU KNEW YOU MEANT EVERYTHING DON'T YOU?!
YOU MADE ME FEEL LIKE I COULDN’T STOP LAUGHING

AND FOR WHAT THE FUCK THAT GUY DID TO YOU...
I UNDERSTAND WHY YOU’RE GONE AND SUFFERING!
BUT LET ME BE YOUR BANDAGE MY LOVE
Pour me down, LET ME SEE WHAT YOU'RE TRYING TO FEEL

I don’t believe You need space 
You just wanted him 

I’m breaking out! no I can’t bare, YOU KNow!

BUT KNOWING YOU,
THERE'S NO GOING BACK
I'M ALL BUT FORGOTTEN,
I'M FADING It SEEMS!

So if you see me on TV, my love!
YOU KNOW I DID IT FOR YOU PROMISE ME YOU'LL SMILE FOR ME!

SMILE FOR ME...

PLEASE PLEASE

SMILE FOR ME, SMILE FOR ME!

SMILE FOR ME,
SMILE FOR ME, SMILE FOR ME, SMILE FOR ME, SMILE FOR ME! 
SMILE FOR ME, SMILE FOR ME, SMILE FOR ME, SMILE FOR ME!

Я Женюсь На Девочке Из Аниме

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