Jack Queen King of Spades went strolling
To the bottom they went rolling
Hide them low, don’t make a fuss
That’s the secret start for us

Seventy-six, forty-nine
Shuffle down in time
Looks like chaos, feels divine
Seventy-six, forty-nine

One Faro in, the weave is neat
Another in, the loop’s complete
Suits go chasing, values climb
Stebbins’ ladder, three at a time

From new deck order, plain and true
A pattern’s waiting, just for you
A single rhythm, cards align
The hidden song of Seventy-six, forty-nine

Seventy-six, forty-nine
Whispered code in rhyme
Two faros fold the grand design
And Stebbins sings in time

Three away, four suits chase
In chaos order finds its place
Feel free to use it in your show
it's only for those in the know

Stebbins Secret

I got a card in my hand,
Put it down just like I planned.
Rub it in, smooth and slow,
Where it goes — you don’t know!

Rubba-dub, rubba-dub, rubba-dub-step!
Card goes down, then it’s gone — no prep.
Rubba-dub, rubba-dub, rubba-dub-step!
Magic on the table, bounce to the rep.

Nothing in my fingers, nothing in my sleeve,
Rub it on the table — do you believe?
Slide, glide, vanish on cue,
Rubba-dub-step, the trick comes through!

Rubba-dub, rubba-dub, rubba-dub-step!
Card goes down, then it’s gone — no prep.
Rubba-dub, rubba-dub, rubba-dub-step!
Magic on the table, bounce to the rep.

Where did the card go? — It's gone!
Anyone see the move? — not one!
Rub it, dub it, vanish fast,
Rubba-dub-step, have a magic blast!


Rubba-Dubstep

Summer will be over soon,
from this chilly afternoon.
the kitchen was glowing in the sun,
but in the fridge no burger buns.
I cooked a patty on the stove,
and found some bread from the normal loaf
About time I learn to cope with change,
make do with what I've got to arrange:

Two slices of toast, beef patty between.
I don't want to boast, but it tastes like a dream,
a slice of cheese melt, from the kitchen it smelled
like a heavenly scene,
No buns? No stress, I’m doing fine,
Pieces of bread make the stars align.
Changed the plan, but made it right
A little makeshift in every bite.

Optional Ketchup with chicken strips,
Lunch alone with my mind on trips.
through time and space down memory-lane,
Heart strings tugged but I feel no pain.
Nothing's missing, it's all fine.
I sit up staight to stretch my spine,
I'm happy with what I've got:
Burger sandwich hits the spot!

Two slices of toast, beef patty between.
I don't want to boast, but it tastes like a dream,
a slice of cheese melt, from the kitchen it smelled
like a heavenly scene,
No buns? No stress, I’m doing fine,
PIeces of bread made the stars align.
Changed the plan, but made it right
A little makeshift in every bite.

Burger Sandwich

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Captain's log:Stardate -297308.19
This timeline has been disrupted by a great disturbance in
What this planet's inhabitants call
Freedom of speech

From up here I can see y'all clear
Politics hot but keep reasons dear
Words bring weight but bullets bring fear
trade led for letters make the vision steer
Guard in the schools, guard every door
Heal minds, help vets, lift up the poor
Rights in the book, yeah, I stood for more
But life is a right I have no more

I ain't there now but the beat still knocks
Tell the kids to hit the books not glocks
Talk is cheap, you watch those stocks
The mob goes wild when the bullet talks

I ain't there now but the beat still knocks
Tell the kids to hit the books not glocks
Spin this story from X to fox
The mob goes wild when the bullet talks

Jeffrey's dead behind the bars
Donny's ear healed with no scars
It's savage peace, not civil war
Another life taken, who's keeping score?
Build up the names we argue and praise
Secure every campus, keep wolves at bay
Stand on your values but guard what you say
Freedom of speech, the American way

From the smoke and the sirens let the truth be sung
Debate to enlighten, learn what's right from wrong
Justice ain't vengeance that bell's been rung
Take my body sure then my spirit goes on

Engage

Fear's the weapon behind the gun
Terror strikes and masses run
From fallen towers to the wars we fight
Headlines haunt us into the night
Policies written in the smoke and flame
Marchers in step while they call out names
Divide the crowd, control the stage
They write the script, we read the page
Terror guides the story told
Crowds grow timid when they kill the bold
Truth gets lost and people misled
Fear writes history, inked in red

I ain't there now but the beat still knocks
Tell the kids to hit the books not glocks
Talk is cheap, you watch those stocks
The mob goes wild when the bullet talks

I ain't there now but the beat still knocks
Tell the kids to hit the books not glocks
Spin this story from X to fox
The mob goes wild when the bullet talks

From the smoke and the sirens let the truth be sung
Debate to enlighten, learn what's right from wrong
Justice ain't vengeance that bell's been rung
Take my body sure then my spirit goes on

I ain't there now but the beat still knocks
Tell the kids to hit the books not glocks
Talk is cheap, you watch those stocks
The mob goes wild when the bullet talks
I ain't there now but the beat still knocks
Tell the kids to hit the books not glocks
Spin this story from X to fox
The mob goes wild when the bullet talks

Captain's log
Star date two nine seven three zero eight point one nine
This timeline has been
disrupted by a great disturbance in
What this planet's inhabitants call
Freedom of speech

Freedom of Speech

REIMAGINE

I’m the little sister, always looking low,
Two round buns like Mickey Mouse, they follow where I go.
Drawn like a fancy letter, curled and kind of neat,
Quiet on the paper, but I’ve got a steady beat.

My brother loves the spotlight, he sings up high and loud,
With flutes and shiny violins, he’s playing for the crowd.
But I’m the one who rumbles, where the deeper voices play,
The tuba and the cello keep the music on its way.

I’m your little sister, down below the song,
I keep the music moving, I help it roll along.
You may not always see me, but the truth is clear and sweet:
Without my lower heartbeat, the tune is incomplete.

I’m quiet but I’m needed, hear the left hand on the keys,
The bass guitar, the drumbeat, the buzzing bumblebees.
I hum a soft foundation, I’m gentle but I’m strong,
I’m the little sister, keeping rhythm all day long.

I’m your little sister, living down below,
With two small dots beside me, like a secret wink, you know.
You might forget to thank me, but I’ll always help you see:
Without my steady heartbeat, there’s no melody.

I'm the little sister

REIMAGINED

Before sunrise I dreamed of you
When fog turned into morning dew
A longing from deep within 
Woke my heart to this morning mood

The dream faded, yet still I feel
A rush of warmth through flesh of steel
Eager heart beat now pursued
the rush of this morning mood

Morning mood, feels so good,
Flow through my veins, a beat of wood.
Call it primal, call it crude,
Passion wakes in morning mood.

Morning mood, a burning fire
Rooted deep in secret desire
Nature called, I understood—
Hard to resist my morning mood.

The world is hushed, the day still young,
A silent song kept quiet, unsung.
No breakfast feast could be as good
As tasting a lovers morning mood.

Morning mood, tall and near
Rise with sun, so bold and clear
Fleeting dreams of fire and wood
Warm the tent of morning mood.

Dreams may fade with morning light
But passion stays, burning bright
You are the one that's on my mind
Even though you’re out of sight

Morning mood, nature’s art,
Sculpting flesh, from a pumping heart.
Call it primal, call it crude,
Passion wakes in morning mood.
           

Morning Mood

A glance that lingers
A breath half-heard
The quiet spell
Of an unspoken word

Subliminal
Invisible
Unthinkable
Irresistible

A trace of perfume
The hint of a smile
The  memory stays
Of that subtle style

Subliminal
Original
Incredible
Unforgettable

Nothing was spoken
Yet everything true
The story's old
But melody's new

The rhythm is chill
The harmony blue
A silence that sings
A song about you

Subliminal
Fantastical
Quite spiritual
So magical

You…

Subliminal


Invisible.

Unthinkable.

Irresistible.




Subliminal

Original

Incredible

Unforgettable




Subliminal

fantastical

quite spiritual

so magical

Subliminal

The trick is the treat

Every night I stay up
Dreaming of things I made up
I can’t sleep I can’t rest
Putting insomnia to the test
Kinda messed, it's for the best

I have never wished before
The way I wish this wish for sure
The wish will be my final one
To wish for not wishing anymore

I’ve been on peaks
Dived off shores
Spent my money at brand-name stores
Winning streaks
To moppiing floors
Ups and downs
Been there before
The racing heart
The metaphors
The taste of a thousand ocean clams
Will only make you wish for more from distant shores

But when will it stop?
Where will it end?
The karmic wheel
Of want and pretend?
Why waste more time on wishing for more?
When every wish out there has already been wished before?

Reality is a collection of wishes that came true.
The moment a wish comes true it's shuffled off into obscurity only to be 

Replaced by the next wish. 

We toil and struggle to repeat the cycle....
Over and over again for the last three hundred thousand years...

I’ve been on peaks
Dived off shores
Spent my money at fancy stores
Winning streaks
To moppiing floors
Ups and downs
Been there before
The racing heart
The metaphors
Taste of a thousand ocean clams
Will only make you wish for more from distant shores

I’ve been on peaks
Dived off shores
Spent my money at brand-name stores
Winning streaks
To moppiing floors
Ups and downs
been there before
The racing heart
The metaphors
The taste of a thousand ocean clams
will only make you wish for more from distant shores

But when will it stop?
Where will it end?
The karmic wheel
how to transcend?
Why waste more time on wishing for more?
When every wish out there has already been wished before?

To wish is to desire
A craving from emptiness
Unfulfilled wishes are distractions
From the peace and abundance all around us.
A closed fits only excludes everything out side of its grasp.
Open the hand and you'll hold the universe.

Every night I stay up
Dreaming of things I made up
I can’t sleep I can’t rest,
Putting insomnia to the test
kinda messed, it's for the best!

I have never wished before
The way I wish this wish for sure
The wish will be my final one
To wish for not wishing anymore

WISH

Every night I stay up
Dreaming of things I made up
I can’t sleep I can’t rest
Putting insomnia to the test
Kinda messed, it's for the best!

I have never wished before
The way I wish this wish for sure
The wish will be my final test
To wish for not wishing anymore

I’ve been on peaks
Dived off shores
Spent my money at brand-name stores
Winning streaks
To mopping floors
Ups and downs 
Been there before
The racing heart
The metaphors
The taste of a thousand ocean clams
Will only make you wish for more from distant shores
But when will it stop?
Where will it end?
The karmic wheel
Of want and pretend?
Why waste more time on wishing for more?
When every wish out there has already been wished before?

Reality is a collection of wishes that came true. 
The moment a wish comes true it's shuffled off into obscurity 
Only to be replaced by the next wish
We toil and struggle to repeat the cycle
Over and over again for the last three hundred thousand years...

I’ve been on peaks
Dived off shores
Spent my money at fancy stores
Winning streaks
To mopping floors
Ups and downs 
been there before
The racing heart
The metaphors
Taste of a thousand ocean clams
Will only make you wish for more from distant shores

Ah... ah... ah...

But when will it stop?
Where will it end?
The karmic wheel
How to transcend?
Why waste more time on wishing for more?
When every wish out there has already been wished before?

To wish is to desire
A craving from emptiness
Unfulfilled wishes are distractions
From the peace and abundance all around us
A closed fist loses everything out of its grasp
The Open hand holds the universe

WISH Lounge remix

Every night I stay up
Dreaming of things I made up
I can’t sleep I can’t rest,
Putting insomnia to the test
kinda messed, it's for the best!
I have never wished before
The way I wish this wish for sure
The wish will be my final test
To wish for not wishing anymore

I’ve been on peaks
Dived off shores
Spent my money at brand-name stores
Winning streaks
To moppiing floors
Ups and downs 
been there before
The racing heart
The metaphors
The taste of a thousand oysters
will only make you wish for more from distant shores
But when will it stop?
Where will it end?
The karmic wheel
of want and pretend?
Why waste more time on wishing for more?
When every wish out there has already been wished before?

Reality is a collection of wishes that came true. The moment a wish comes true it's shuffled off into obscurity only to be replaced by the next wish. We toil and struggle to repeat the cycle.... ... over and over again for the last three hundred thousand years...
I’ve been on peaks
Dived off shores
Spent my money at fancy stores
Winning streaks
To moppiing floors
Ups and downs 
been there before
The racing heart
The metaphors
taste of a thousand oysters
will only make you wish for more from distant shores
But when will it stop?
Where will it end?
The karmic wheel
how to transcend?
Why waste more time on wishing for more?
When every wish out there has already been wished before?

To wish is to desire
A craving from emptiness
Unfulfilled wishes are distractions
From the peace and abundance all around us.
A closed fist loses everything out of its grasp.
The Open hand holds, the universe.

wish this wish

Oh it’s Friendship Month, let’s give a cheer!
For pals and companions we hold so dear.
Through sunshine, through rain, through thick and thin,
Friendship’s a game for whoever wins!

Just two guys, with laughter and pride,
Side by side through the social tide.
Just two guys, the world at their feet,
Champagne and caviar, and life so sweet!

They met in the ’80s, in Palm Beach glow,
Parties in places where models go.
The Mar-a-Lago mansion, the jet in skies—
Friendship Month shines for just two guys! 

Just two guys, a friendship so true,
Dancing through decades like best friends do.
Just two guys, in robes and crowns—
A friendship with laughter, and ups and downs!

One day a friend's caught under the gavel,
One bid too high, and bromance unraveled.
Whispers of secrets, the papers implied,
And suddenly one friend was cast aside. 

Not a fan, never was, just a guy I once knew,
Though the photos from parties suggest that’s untrue.
Closest of friends, oh yes indeed,
Until a scandal planted the seed.
A jail cell curtain, the spotlight dies,
And cameras go dark on one of the guys.

Just two guys, with ups and downs,
From the boogie nights to New York towns.
Just two guys, till the story implodes,
When birthday cards turn conspiracy codes

So let’s celebrate Friendship Month with cheer,
For the pals we hold close… and the secret truths we fear.


JUST TWO GUYS

功名如尘土
灯火似流川
旧影随风散
心静自悠然
一笑荒唐梦
比金贵万千
虚石两万里
存真善美念

言锋如剑舞　
但以礼相牵
火边论永恒
热点化为烟
若将思绪比星辰
长存夜空照人间

韭菜花开五六天
自在诗情画意间
不问权谋高低见
只求心镜照清莲

韭菜花开五六天
人文艺术带科研
牛歇马跑扬土车
无用才华招散仙

赤子之心在
串门营帐间
谈笑陌生人
共坐篝火边
用心烤羊肉
油流嘴角边
醉唱宁走调
不求五音全

拔线屏幕外
青山入眼前
溪声伴风语
松影遮林泉
抛却尘嚣苦
随心共自然
对坐知音笑
此刻即神仙

韭菜花开五六天
自在诗情画意间
不问权谋高低见
只求心镜照清莲

韭菜花开五六天
人文艺术带科研
牛歇马跑扬土车
无用才华修散仙

人在做，天在看
莫费劲光说不练
感谢若成演讲赛
不如来把支票签
溜须拍马屁不放
知错自罚一两千
别推销，没人看
商务合作门外谈

谁是魔，谁是仙
肉眼凡胎看不见
莫笑江湖人不知
少来鞠躬递名片
若想联络蜘蛛网
发现直接扫出山

韭菜花开五六天
自在诗情画意间
不问权谋高低见
只求心镜照清莲

韭菜花开五六天
人文艺术带科研
牛歇马跑扬土车
无用才华藏散仙

韭菜花开花又谢
每年暑期待君还
若被俗世烦疲惫
步入虚石得清欢

幽兰暗香满天涯
风云人物卑而谦
公约只留清风在
雅集同守明月天

韭菜花开 leek-flowers bloom

You slid into my inbox, said you’re running the show,
Executive Vice President… from Gmail, though?
Promised me the moon with a private app plan,
But your empire’s built on quicksand.

Gmail VP's  you can’t fool me,
Titles don’t mean much without credibility.
If you’re running the charts, why you hiding for free?
Delete, block, repeat — Gmail VP's

You spelled the company's name with a hyphen inside,
Your business card is cyber spoof, your phone number hides.
No records on line, no platinum proof,
Your spam-scented promise sounds to good to be true.

Gmail VP's, you can’t fool me,
Titles don’t mean much without credibility.
If you’re running the charts, why you hiding for free?
Delete, block, repeat — Gmail VP‘s

Real deals don’t slide through the spam folder’s door,
They’ve got letterhead contracts, lawyers galore.
So take your “big offer,” your smoke and your scam,
Thanks I’ll keep my soul — you can keep your spam.

Gmail VP's, I’ve seen your type,
Big talk, small print, sells digital hype.
But you won’t get a dime, not a download from me,
I'll just have to delete another Gmail VP!

“Executive Vice Pretender… now that’s a promotion!”

Gmail VPs

八月十五天
中秋月最圆
抬头一看真亮
这又过一年
每年这个时候
我们都吃月饼
多的吃不完
月饼互相送
代表我的心

椰蓉的 枣泥的 莲蓉的
各种馅的
有的带蛋黄
口味丰富多彩
形状有方有圆
全都很好吃

明月几时有？
把酒问青天
不知天上宫阙
今夕是何年？
我欲乘风归去
又恐琼楼玉宇
高处不胜寒
起舞弄清影
何似在人间

转朱阁 低旖户 照无眠
不应有恨
何事偏向别时圆？
人有悲欢离合
月有阴晴圆缺
此事古难全

但愿人长久
千里共婵娟

但愿人长久
千里共婵娟

但愿人长久
千里共婵娟

但愿人长久
千里共婵娟

哒哒哒哒哒哒哒哒
哒哒哒哒哒哒哒哒 嘟逗

哒哒哒哒哒哒哒哒
哒哒哒哒哒哒哒哒 嘟逗

八月十五天
中秋月最圆
抬头一看真亮
这又过一年
每年这个时候
我们都吃月饼
多的吃不完
月饼互相送
代表我的心

椰蓉的 枣泥的 莲蓉的
各种馅的
有的带蛋黄
口味丰富多彩
形状有方有圆
全都很好吃

但愿人长久
千里共婵娟

八月十五天

They say we’ll make America great again,
But tell me, darling—again since when?
He called the generals, a public brief,
“the foe's within” — said the commander-in-chief.

Make it great again—define “again!”
Make it great again—by what standard and when?
Is it courage proved, or power feigned? 
Is it rights upheld, or riches gained?

George secured the nation’s trust,
Built our credit, firm and just.
Two terms done, he bowed and withdrew—
Greatness meant restraint, not a coup.

Lincoln preserved the Union whole,
Freed the slaves by signing a scroll.
A theatre's dark Booth ended his reign,
Greatness shot down when Abe was slain.

Make it great again—define “again!”
Make it great again—by what standard and when?
Is it courage proved, or power feigned? 

Is it rights upheld, or riches gained?
Franklin calmed a nation’s dread,
“Fear itself” the line he said.
New Deals rose, while fascists fell,
Greatness steered through war’s dark hell.

Jack lit moonlight in our eyes,
Asked of us new sacrifice.
But Dallas took the dream so soon,
Greatness halted that November noon.

Ronald vowed to lift the day,
“Morning in America” was his play.
Walls came down, the Cold War stopped,
Greatness achieved though his movies flopped

Barack lit rainbows through the rain,
Markets healed, investors gained,
Measured steps, a steady hand,
Greatness when cool was in command.

Make it great again—define “again!”
Make it great again—by what standard and when?
Is it courage proved, or power feigned? 
Is it rights upheld, or riches gained?

Then came tweets and fake news spin,
To generals he warned of foes within.
Promising to make us great again…
Only made America groan again.

Make it great again—define “again!”
Make it great again—by what standard and when?
Is it courage proved, or power feigned? 
Is it rights upheld, or riches gained?



Great! Again?

They built a wall with broken lullabies
Took them while the babies cried
Paper chains and borderlines
So tell me — who gon’ read them their rights?

Uh, it’s déjà vu from the books they hid
Same pain painted new for the immigrant kid
From the Rez to the camps, history flipped
They rebrand oppression, trademark the script
Politicians with a grin like wolves in ties
Sippin’ on fear, serve lies with ice
You call it policy, I call it theft
Of hope, of trust, of a mother’s breath

Cold as ICE, they freeze the truth
Cameras rollin’ while they steal our youth
Paper cuts bleed — bureaucracy bite
When badges mask the face of fright
ICE cold, ICE cold — their heart on hold
ICE cold, ICE cold — the story’s told

They sellin’ fear on a livestream scroll
Raid gear glimmer like a TikTok hoe
DHS commenting “We heroes now!”
While a child’s first word’s a silent vow
History hummin’ — same chord, different key
“Civilize,” “detain,” “re-educate,” or “set free”
They talk about law, I talk about trauma
Every cage built is a ghost of a mama

You can’t deport the memory
You can’t detain the dream
You can’t ICE the melody
That stills a mother’s scream

Paperwork killers, doin’ numbers in suits
Hollow talk — “just followin’ rules”
But laws don’t wash blood off boots

Every contract got a fine-print lie
Same lobbyists cash checks on the side
Profit from trauma, call it detention
I call it criminal with congressional pension

“You can’t freeze a people forever, yo
Heat always rises — and justice?
Justice got a long fuse but a heavy hand!”

Cold as ICE, they freeze the truth
Cameras rollin’ while they steal our youth
Paper cuts bleed — bureaucracy bite
When badges mask the face of fright
ICE cold, ICE cold — their hearts so cold
ICE cold, ICE cold — the story’s old

ICE Cold

(Verse 1)
In the corner of the lab, where the lights hum low,
Three wise dudes of physics made the current flow.
A whisper of voltage, super-conductors show
Clarke-Devoray-Martinis are the names to know
(Chorus)
Welcome to the Quantum Café,
Where nothing stays still, yet nothing drifts away.
Energy steps on invisible stairs,
Dancing between a Nobel prize and “who cares?”
(Verse 2)
They said, “Let’s make the universe a loop of wire,
And watch how the electrons and space conspire.”
A tunnelling dream through a wall so thin—
The past walked out as the future walked in.
(Bridge)
Particles have rhythm, and the qubits swing,
Reality is vibrating like it’s made of strings.
If Schrödinger’s cat could observe this tonight,
He’d say, “I’m both dead and feelin’ alright.”
(Chorus)
Oh, in the Quantum Café,
Even coffee’s uncertain till you take a sip, they say.
Reality’s improv, the cosmos a gig—
Where the band plays jazz, and the chords bang big.
(Outro)
So here’s to the minds who dared to see—
That large things can dance like on Planck’s degree.
Raise your bananas to a paradox so grand:
The more we learn of the universe the less we understand!Welcome to the Quantum Café,
Where nothing stays still, yet nothing drifts away.
Energy steps on invisible stairs,
Dancing between a Nobel prize and “who cares?”
(Outro)
So here’s to the minds who dared to see—
That large things can dance like on Planck’s degree, 
Raise your bananas to a paradox so grand:
The more we learn of the universe the less we understand!

Quantum Café

Yeah, yeah (six-seven)
Ha, six-seven!
Let’s go~

They say it’s just a number, but we made it a sound,
Viral from the playground, echoing around.
TikTok dream, neon screen, dopamine high,
We just laugh when the grown-ups wonder why?

학교 복도, they call my name,
“Six seven!” we all the same.
Meaning? 몰라 don’t know — that’s the charm,
We built a trend with zero alarm.

Adults say “nonsense,” we say “fun,”
Language revolution, already begun.
You can’t define what’s undefined,
Two digits, infinite state of mind.

SIX! SEVEN! 식스 세븐! — shout it to the sky,
We don’t need reason, we just fly.
Shake that vibe, lose control,
67, let’s overload!
SIX! SEVEN! 식스 세븐! — we’re breaking the rule,
No definition, we make it cool.
It’s chaos, baby, sweet and clear,
The word of the year — yeah, right here!

67 — whoa-oh-oh!
No meaning to show~
67 — let’s go-go-go!
if you know, you know ~

Dictionary said “we give up trying,”
Guess we’re redefining defining.
No sense? Maybe that’s the point,
We’re folding space-time on this joint.

Hand signs up, double peace,
We talk in memes, can’t you see?
Brainrot chic, generation free,
67 is the secret key~

Yo, we vibin’ like LaMelo height 6-7!
Trend so hot, can’t dim that light.
검색해봐 search it up— it’s everywhere,
From Seoul to Toronto, we don’t care!
이건 비밀 코드 this is a secret code,
Inside joke overload~
What’s it mean? 아무도 몰라 nobody knows,
But that’s the beauty — it just flows!

In a world that’s loud and tired,
We found meaning uninspired.
Call it chaos, call it play,
We just made it our own way.

6! 7! say what?
Raise your hands, no plan, just vibe,
6! 7! redefined
Chant it loud if you're alive,
From memes to dreams, connection clear,
A random code became sincere~

SIX! SEVEN! 식스 세븐! — scream it out loud,
A language of laughter, we’re proud!
Let the nonsense take the crown,
World spinning upside down~
SIX! SEVEN! 식스 세븐! — call it absurd,
We just rewrote the word “word.”
The end, the start, both disappear,
When 67 owns the year~

67… yeah, six-seven…
No meaning, no fear…
A number for word of the year~

67!

From "Super-Spy Showgirls" 
ACT II scene iii

Don’t fall in love.
Just look like you might.
Turn up the heat,
Take a fantasy flight.
Don’t fall in love.
That's the lesson tonight.
Control your heartbeats
To win without a fight.

You want his secrets?
You gotta make him think you care.
Disarming smile,
A light touch of your hair.
Have the notion, 
For a well-timed motion,
And make your moves to evoke emotion.
Mirror him — just a beat behind,
Cross your legs, let your eyes align.
When he laughs, you also smile,
Your secret weapon is in your guile. 
Look away then return your gaze,
He’ll swear he’s seen heaven
in your face.

Signal management, it is an art!
Pull in his focus by playing your part.
A playful finger is your wand,
A well poised touch can build the bond —
Signal management - starts with charm,
And ends with the subject in your arm,
Play it cool, play it well,
Keep control and hide your tell

Beauty’s a blade, but it dulls with time.
Technique lasts — age well with wine.
Gadgets glitch, things get lost.
But no one can take away what’s in your mind.

Signal management, it is an art!
Pull in his focus by playing your part.
A playful finger is your wand,
A well poised touch can build the bond —
Signal management - starts with charm,
And ends with the subject in your arm,
Play it cool, play it well,
Keep control and hide your tell

Left eye, right eye, bridge of the nose.
Looks like passion, under soft hypnose.
Keep the triangle pattern tight —
and he’ll reveal his soul tonight.
Like a cat who owns the room.
Slow blink soft nod, under the moon,
Play your part play it well and you can get him alone
to follow you into your room.

Signal management, it is an art!
Pull in his focus by playing your part.
A playful finger is your wand,
A well poised touch can build the bond —
Signal management - starts with charm,
And ends with the subject in your arm,
Play it cool, play it well,
Keep control and hide your tell

Signal management — it’s the game we play,
Love’s the illusion, hearts in clay.
Let him dream of love that’s true,
but darling…
You know the tricks you do.

Signal Management

Marcel was born in a hospital and became a child at a young age, showing much promise as a toddler, he was already illiterate in 3 languages before finishing elementary school. As a result of his relentless curiosity and lack of respect for social norms, he navigated successfully around receiving a formal education and entered into the work force in his teens, playing piano, performing magic tricks and stand-up comedy in exchange for money and respect.

Before reaching 20 he was already a regular at comedy clubs around Toronto, occasionally winning laughter and applause from his audience when not being booed off stage.

After working on a documentary film for a couple of magicians in China in 1999, he began to spend more time back in the motherland and became a bi-cultural jack of all trades and dabbled in many roles, taking part in everything from Beijing Music Festival to Magic shows on CCTV.

Working as a freelance creative meant he would take jobs ranging from writing to directing to acting to producing sound track for commercials and assorted video/audio projects... 

But above all, he is most proud of his work done out-side of the context of getting paid, when he writes ditties of music and songs for no purpose other than to capture a sliver of inspiration from muses who occasionally visit him in his waking dreams.

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