Shhh no tears Only dreams now Unrustle your jimmies Lawnmower created by flyingthingz.com The song is Miserere by Gregorio Allegri. This recording is performed by The Tallis Scholars.
King Fedorah time to blow this bubble its rcs making it fly idk if theres editing it looks real to me but ik this makes alot of religus poeple (SRRY FOR MISS SPELL D:)
I will die on the hill that "There is no need to be upset/rustled Jimmies" was the peak of the internet. It is the line between the now times and the before times. The internet has been in a steady decline ever since, because people did not heed this meme's advice and everyone is upset, always.
As the world crumbles around me, here I am watching a gorilla that was lowered to ~32% opacity that’s gazing at a flying lawnmower and I am reminded that nothing really matters in the end and life is what you make it. I consider my Jimmies to be successfully unrustled. I will continue to make my yearly pilgrimage here.
It transcends the purpose of itself, no lawn mower can cut all the grass... By realizing, it flyes high, the clouds were always its destiny..... Clean the sky, so the rain can't grow the ground........
I was practicing this in a choir when I realized exactly what I was singing... When we performed it, the jimmies of the audience were laid down, and unrustled in the face of the song's majesty. A flying lawnmower passed over the moon, and all was at peace. For there was no need to be upset... The tears were cast out, and there were only dreams. At last, the Great Unrustling had occurred, as had been foretold in the Book of Jimmies.
When there is rustling, remember that you are not the rustling. You are the eternal being, observing the rustling from a place that can not be touched.
To all of you in the comments from years ago, I miss you. I love you all. I don’t know if I’m the only one watching this at this moment, but know I care about you. Keep living, please.
The lawnmower is a representation of your jimmies. In the beginning; you were grounded. Amongst the rustling grass, leaves, trees and all that is earth. But you rose above them. And there you saw the land, the endless rustling, the unending fields of uncertainty. But it was alright. Because we are become the lawnmower.
Allow me to translate: Behold, the lawnmower doth represent thy jimmies. At the beginning; thou wast grounded. Betwixt the rustling grass, leaves, trees and all that art Earth. But thou hath risen above the earthly rustlings. And dist you see the land, the endless rustling, and the unending fields of uncertainty. But all twas right. Insooth we hath become the lawnmower.
i saw the light, the weeds were mowed down in my life and i feel as though my life is the newly cut lawn, thanks everyone for the love and support. Bless everyone and may your lawnmower blades always remain sharp and may your idle speed stay steady.
growing up, I always had the fearful suspicion that true freedom is not independence or a lack of obligations neither is it acting without restraints, but death itself. This masterpiece made me realise I mustn't fear death, as long as I yearn to be free, my wishes will come true, my jimmies will be forever unrustled. thank you
+Simon Knudsen When I was in the Army, I would always hear: "Your job is to be a soldier and not a Hero because all Heroes are dead." - which becomes "Be a soldier not a Hero!". Always in a sarcastic tone too! But, I like your way of thinking. Soldier on, Hero!
Ah, the great circle of life. We take off, soar majestically, do a few loops, and, in the end [spoiler alert] land gracefully on the soft grass. And the gorilla represents our animal nature, to be contrasted to our spiritual striving.
Scientist James So you have a separate class for that? weird. In my mind that would make as much sense as putting book studies in a book/novel analysis class and renaming English as Grammar class. Whatever works for you guys I guess...
Lyrics: Miserere mei, Deus: secundum magnam misericordiam tuam. Et secundum multitudinem miserationum tuarum, dele iniquitatem meam. Amplius lava me ab iniquitate mea: et a peccato meo munda me. Quoniam iniquitatem meam ego cognosco: et peccatum meum contra me est semper. Tibi soli peccavi, et malum coram te feci: ut justificeris in sermonibus tuis, et vincas cum judicaris. Ecce enim in iniquitatibus conceptus sum: et in peccatis concepit me mater mea. Ecce enim veritatem dilexisti: incerta et occulta sapientiae tuae manifestasti mihi. Asperges me hysopo, et mundabor: lava me, et super nivem dealbabor. Auditui meo da gaudium et laetitiam: et exsultabunt ossa humiliata. Averte faciem tuam a peccatis meis: et omnes iniquitates meas dele. Cor mundum crea in me, Deus: et spiritum rectum innova in visceribus meis. Ne proiicias me a facie tua: et spiritum sanctum tuum ne auferas a me. Redde mihi laetitiam salutaris tui: et spiritu principali confirma me. Docebo iniquos vias tuas: et impii ad te convertentur. Libera me de sanguinibus, Deus, Deus salutis meae: et exsultabit lingua mea justitiam tuam. Domine, labia mea aperies: et os meum annuntiabit laudem tuam. Quoniam si voluisses sacrificium, dedissem utique: holocaustis non delectaberis. Sacrificium Deo spiritus contribulatus: cor contritum, et humiliatum, Deus, non despicies. Benigne fac, Domine, in bona voluntate tua Sion: ut aedificentur muri Ierusalem. Tunc accepta sacrificium justitiae, oblationes, et holocausta: tunc imponent super altare tuum vitulos.
Translation: Have mercy upon me, O God, after thy great goodness: according to the multitude of thy mercies do away mine offences. Wash me throughly from my wickedness: and cleanse me from my sin. For I acknowledge my faults: and my sin is ever before me. Against thee only have I sinned, and done this evil in thy sight: that thou mightest be justified in thy saying, and clear when thou art judged. Behold, I was shapen in wickedness: and in sin hath my mother conceived me. But lo, thou requirest truth in the inward parts: and shalt make me to understand wisdom secretly. Thou shalt purge me with hyssop, and I shall be clean: thou shalt wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow. Thou shalt make me hear of joy and gladness: that the bones which thou hast broken may rejoice. Turn thy face from my sins: and put out all my misdeeds. Make me a clean heart, O God: and renew a right spirit within me. Cast me not away from thy presence: and take not thy holy Spirit from me. O give me the comfort of thy help again: and stablish me with thy free Spirit. Then shall I teach thy ways unto the wicked: and sinners shall be converted unto thee. Deliver me from blood-guiltiness, O God, thou that art the God of my health: and my tongue shall sing of thy righteousness. Thou shalt open my lips, O Lord: and my mouth shall shew thy praise. For thou desirest no sacrifice, else would I give it thee: but thou delightest not in burnt-offerings. The sacrifice of God is a troubled spirit: a broken and contrite heart, O God, shalt thou not despise. O be favourable and gracious unto Sion: build thou the walls of Jerusalem. Then shalt thou be pleased with the sacrifice of righteousness, with the burnt-offerings and oblations: then shall they offer young bullocks upon thine altar.
at first I lay there, in a forest of uncertainty and despair losing hope of all that I held dear to me but then a soft wind blew through the trees and bushes the breeze whispered to me "shh no tears only dreams now" and then I came to the realization that all was not lost and that there is still hope yet thank you for unrustleing my jimmies.
And on this day, I fled from my mother into the next room. And I watched in horror as she followed me into that same room with little to no effort. And I went into a state of despair upon the realization that I could never escape her trolling any time soon. And then, I saw it! The Lawnmower was before me. And it was as majestic as the first time I saw it, flying ever so gracefully, making it all look so simple. And the knowing gorilla overseeing it all was ever so calm; its jimmies ever so unrustled. And as I initially cried out about my unworthiness and lack of preparation, my mother sought to comfort me with her words. And she said unto me: "no tears, only dreams now." And as she laughed, I laid there in the ground, still as a mountain in a violent storm, allowing the choir and The Majestic Flying Lawnmower to soothe my soul. And as my mother fled from the video and I in an attempt to avoid music-induced suicide, I could feel my life starting to improve. On that night, I would lay my body to rest. But then, I had a dream! And in this dream, I defied the laws of physics as The Majestic Flying Lawnmower does. And I woke to tell my sister. And I said unto her: "There is no need to be upset. I will reactivate my Facebook account, for you have shown the way. And we will share online material again, as our fathers and our father's fathers did once before us. " And I proceeded to give thanks to my sister, as I was grateful. I was grateful to receive the gift, for I had received more than just a video. I had received an experience. I had received freedom, bliss and inner peace.
i needed my jimmies unrustled as fast as possible. task is accomplished. i can see it now.. so clear, so bright, yet so far. utter unrustling. i'm sad, yet not unhappy. i'm joyfull, yet dark. ah, the jimmies..
I am finally at peace, my Banana men tribe was slain by evil Apple men, my tribe brings no harm to no one, we only wish for peace. R.I.P in peace, Banana men.
I found myself standing, staring, at the clear sky in the centre of a deserted field. I was frustrated, angry...furious, and yet I did not know why I was so. I yelled to the heavens, "WHY? WHY MUST IT BE SO? HATH I WRONGED THY LORD?". I threw myself to the ground in dispair and felt my soul being dragged through the ground, as if the Devil finally had his clutches on me. I felt hopeless, that nothing could save me from my torment. Yet it was at that moment I heard a noise. A rumbling, or buzzing? It was at that moment I wiped the tears from my eyes, and gazed back up at the skies, to the heavens. I was not prepared for the vision that graced my being. A simple lawnmower flew past me, elegantly cutting through the air. An apparition I did behold. One that resembled a gorilla with a set of ruby coloured eyes. It looked at me invitingly. Its calm visage soothed me, relaxed me. The anger, the hate, the fury of which I felt before dispiated. I felt...at peace. The Devil's grip loosened, and felt as light as a feather. The apparition then spoke to me in the softest of tones. It said, as I still lied down on the ground, "shh...no tears. Only dreams now." I closed my eyes. I was soothed. Calm. I was at peace.
There is actually a strange serenity in this video, i m not quite sure if is the music, the flying lawn mower or the monkey, but is mysteriously calming
The music reminds us of beauty, the lawnmower reminds us of life's absurdity and the monkey reminds us that we are conscious of it all, yet not to have unnescessary thought to make the moment into something more than it really is, as monkeys do not possess the curse of thought
The Book of Jimmy, Verses 14-17: And the Lord said unto them, "And I have heard your woes, and I will guide you. For now, I have blessed this sacred land. And I say unto you, shh, cease your tears, for there are now only dreams." And there was peace and prosperity for many years, and it was known as a time of unrustled jimmies.
"But as for you, continue in what you have learned and have become convinced of jimmies, because you know those from whom you learned to rustle a jimmie, and how from infancy you have known the Holy Book of Dreams and Sleep, which are able to make you wise for salvation through faith in Christ Jimmie."
2000 years ago Jesus died for our unrustlement. St Paul and the such have worked their way to spread unrustlement to all of Earth. If you now pray to the holy trinity of the Tango, the Ruse and the Jimmies, you too, will be ladened with the divine protection of the triumvirate- and unrustlement will come with you, and you will be accepted into the arms of the Father in the high heaven of eternal peace.
I've never been hit with such a combination of happiness and sadness as the little weed-eater lifted off the ground and soared up to its real home instead of being covered in a weather proof blanket behind a shed 😢
i have returned 10 years older and a faithful pilgrim. To hear the gorilla song once again is the balm on my weathered soul. I will rest here a moment. maybe forevermore...
At first I lay there, in a forest of uncertainty and despair losing hope of all that I held dear to me but then a soft wind blew through the trees and bushes the breeze whispered to me, "Shh no tears, only dreams now." and then I came to the realization that all was not lost and that there is still hope yet. Thank you for unrustling my jimmies.
Today, there shall be no more tears. No more crying. Rise from the deep despair you call rustled jimmies. You are pure, you are free. May your rustled jimmies form into a gracious melody performed by the triumvirate. Go answer the call of your jimmies. You see that cute girl you've had a crush on forever? Ask her out. If you fail, stay a while. For there will be no more tears, only dreams now.
I live in exact year of 2020 among billions of years of our Universe to witness this masterpiece. How the famous philosopher once said, "we live in the best world of all". The paradasises, how i thought earlier, don't await me in the heavens above - they were so close to me. P.S.: mom thx for Internet
I have no idea to this day what those two Italian ladies were singing about. Truth is, I don't want to know. Some things are best left unsaid. I'd like to think they were singing about something so beautiful, it can't be expressed in words, and makes your heart ache because of it. I tell you, those voices soared higher and farther than anybody in a gray place dares to dream. It was like some beautiful bird flapped into our drab little cage and made those jimmies dissolve away, and for the briefest of moments, every last man felt rustled
TheKaraider Dear Fellas, I can't believe how fast things move on the outside. I saw an automobile once when I was a kid, but now they're everywhere. The world went and got itself in a big damn rustle. The parole board got me into this halfway house called the Brewer, and a job rustling jimmies at the Food-Way. It's hard work. I try to keep up, but my hands hurt most of the time. I don't think the store manager likes me very much. Sometimes after work I go to the park and feed the birds. I keep thinking Jake might just show up and say hello. But he never does. I hope wherever he is, he's doing okay and rustling new jimmies. I have trouble sleeping at night. I have bad dreams, like I'm falling. I wake up rustled. Sometimes it takes me a while to remember where I am. Maybe I should get me a gun and rustle the Food-Way, so they'd send me home. I could rustle the manager's jimmies while I was at it, sort of like a bonus. I guess I'm too old for that sort of nonsense anymore. I don't like it here. I'm tired of being rustled all the time. I've decided not to stay. I doubt they'll rustle any jimmies. Not for an old jimmie like me. ... "JIMMY WAS RUSTLED"
TheKaraider A perfect translation of this song doesn't exist but imagine fifty billion rainbows and the sun and moon is setting and you're there in a gazebo. Then God descends from heaven and he gives you a million dollars.
