“Out of his ashes came a fiery phoenix, Hawtorn V. Rabot, the person I always was. Jay was the one others shaped, forced, assaulted, silenced, abused, and put in a fire to their desired shape.” Incredible. I’m in a similar stage, though I’m still struggling with the remnants of my past identity. I love all that this app’s done for you and I can’t wait for you to reach even greater heights!!
I took Jay out back, bound his hands, gagged him, dug a hole, filled it with gasoline, dropped a match, slit hit throat, pushed him in, and buried him.
I’ve learned in my own life that the moments that felt like endings, the ones that almost broke me, were actually the catalysts for the biggest inner shifts. There’s a strange kind of quiet power in realizing who we become when the old version of us finally burns away. I felt that in every line of this. Like Dorie said, congratulations on your rise from the ashes.
And, as a side note, as I read your book, the way you described your wife reminded me so much of my oldest son’s ex. He almost married her, and when that relationship ended, I remember feeling this huge sigh of relief for him. Seeing the dynamics you went through brought that feeling back. I really admire the strength it takes to walk out of something that was shaping you into someone you weren’t.
That liminal space before rising, the comfort of giving up, but still being addicted to getting back up. Fuck. It's hard. Glad you made it out of here, friend. HV Fucking R! Nice to meet you.
The passion of rebirth can be overwhelming. Congratulations on your rise from the ashes. In this moment, remember to give yourself grace and take care of your spirit. Nurture this new version of yourself like a child until a firm foundation is established within. Gently flame your new fire. Don’t exhaust yourself by burning the candle at both ends. You have a new chance at life. Cherish it.
I love people who talk with third person. They have so much confidence.
But you're half-assing the name dude. You gotta go all the way ...
HV MFing R!
Let's be real bro. At our age, it's slim pickens out there. All the good ones are mommas. A mother fucker does not need to be derogatory. It's just a dude who knows his audience. And a momma is just a gal who's old enough to be your lover.
Let me hear your cougar growl HV MFing R.
Just don't make it weird. As long as you go after the single mammas, it's cool. You'll have to put up with kids running around willy-nilly. Mom's like it when you bring discipline to the table.
HV MFing R: "Don't make me tell you again Benjamin. Keep it down over there. You're killing the mood."
[Cacophonous noises]
HV MFing R: "I'm gonna pound your bottom!!!"
Benjamin: "No, don't do that!"
HV MFing R: "I would never do that to you Benjamin. I was talking to your mother.”
Benjamin: [under his breath] "You mother fucker."
HV MFing R: "I heard that Benjamin! You! Are! WELCOME! OMG!"
Powerfull message. Impressive rebirth. Good to meet you HVR.
You too.
I feel that. Belle is my newest phoenix 🔥
Hi Belle, I'm HV motherfucking R.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bflRInMeFo8
“Out of his ashes came a fiery phoenix, Hawtorn V. Rabot, the person I always was. Jay was the one others shaped, forced, assaulted, silenced, abused, and put in a fire to their desired shape.” Incredible. I’m in a similar stage, though I’m still struggling with the remnants of my past identity. I love all that this app’s done for you and I can’t wait for you to reach even greater heights!!
And thank you.
I took Jay out back, bound his hands, gagged him, dug a hole, filled it with gasoline, dropped a match, slit hit throat, pushed him in, and buried him.
Rest in shit, Jay.
Rest in shit, Jay.
May the pieces of you stay scattered where they fell...
under the boots of everyone who tried to own you.
May no one gather them.
May no one rebuild you.
May the version of you that bent until it broke stay exactly that: broken, buried, and blessedly unresurrected.
May your ghost roam the paperwork halls of the IRS, forever trying to prove an identity that no longer exists...
a haunting so dull even the reaper refuses to clock in.
And to the creature that rose from your remains...HVR,
molten, razored, hauled out of the fire wearing nothing but rage and a bad attitude..,
may you never forget:
some of us aren’t reborn;
we burn our way out.
So yes. I’m here.
Front row.
Not with flowers... with a shovel.
Not clapping... but making sure the dirt lands heavy, so the world can’t dig Jay back up
and shove him into you again.
Long live Hawtorn V. Rabot.
Long live the flame that ate the man they tried to sculpt into obedience.
And may every gatekeeper inhale the soot of Jay’s cremation and choke on the audacity of your resurrection.
Hand me a match.
Let’s get this shit done.
That's the great eulogy I've ever read.
I enjoyed writing it! Like writing your version Ding Dong The Bitch is Dead 🫶🏽🤘🏽🖤🔥🍻
I think? I wrote this before I saw that one, but I’m not sure.
I mean the eulogy that I wrote for you... but yes, we're both killing the bitch 🔥
HEHE
Makes me think of this song:
https://youtu.be/f-xaZqhSlW8?si=NL2J4WDWtXIMA2XI
Haven't heard that one.
It made me think of this
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FRP0MBNoieY
Let’s do it
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D0sjCgS7vi8&list=RDD0sjCgS7vi8&start_radio=1
That is all so fucking awesome Hawtorn. A whole new persona. Brave. Love it.
Thank you. Jay had to go.
After reading it, I have only one word: Powerful🤙🏻🤙🏻🤙🏻!
A discarded, near-death Jay finally realized he was a puppet shaped by others. In that moment, Jay died, and the reborn HVR was born from the ashes.
HVR is not just a pen name; he is a fighter coming to start a revolution, fueled by 2000 pages of fury!
"Burn down the bullshit! Disrupt the gatekeepers! Crash the algos!"🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
Exactly.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nyepdtx_UI4
Boom 💥 💥!
CRRAAAAAAASH.
🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
Nice to meet a kindred spirit...I've walked a very similar path. Having survived the transition, I've no regrets.
Good to know.
Did you kill the old you?
I’ve learned in my own life that the moments that felt like endings, the ones that almost broke me, were actually the catalysts for the biggest inner shifts. There’s a strange kind of quiet power in realizing who we become when the old version of us finally burns away. I felt that in every line of this. Like Dorie said, congratulations on your rise from the ashes.
And, as a side note, as I read your book, the way you described your wife reminded me so much of my oldest son’s ex. He almost married her, and when that relationship ended, I remember feeling this huge sigh of relief for him. Seeing the dynamics you went through brought that feeling back. I really admire the strength it takes to walk out of something that was shaping you into someone you weren’t.
I just read this.
I'm mad at my wife, but I guess also not? I gave her the opportunities, and she took them.
The flipside? I would never take advantage of opportunities. I think.
Rebirth Rabot 🔥🔥🔥
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KQmnoj_Xq3k
Dark Phoenix 😍😍
YEEEEEEEEEEES.
Lol me in an hour 😩😩
That liminal space before rising, the comfort of giving up, but still being addicted to getting back up. Fuck. It's hard. Glad you made it out of here, friend. HV Fucking R! Nice to meet you.
Nice to meet you.
I don't know why I get up. The therapists don't either.
WHEN JAY died, and HVR came to be, did you grieve the loss?
Nah. I did give him a Viking funeral though.
I always wanted that when I go! Not just a cremation…a blow-out burial in the ocean I love! What a way to go! Don’t think it’s legal in NY!
https://youtube.com/shorts/LPyCpUfAeko?si=7psZsYYSALh0m3RD
The passion of rebirth can be overwhelming. Congratulations on your rise from the ashes. In this moment, remember to give yourself grace and take care of your spirit. Nurture this new version of yourself like a child until a firm foundation is established within. Gently flame your new fire. Don’t exhaust yourself by burning the candle at both ends. You have a new chance at life. Cherish it.
I'll try, but all I want to do is this:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dxytyRy-O1k&list=RDdxytyRy-O1k&start_radio=1
I love people who talk with third person. They have so much confidence.
But you're half-assing the name dude. You gotta go all the way ...
HV MFing R!
Let's be real bro. At our age, it's slim pickens out there. All the good ones are mommas. A mother fucker does not need to be derogatory. It's just a dude who knows his audience. And a momma is just a gal who's old enough to be your lover.
Let me hear your cougar growl HV MFing R.
Just don't make it weird. As long as you go after the single mammas, it's cool. You'll have to put up with kids running around willy-nilly. Mom's like it when you bring discipline to the table.
HV MFing R: "Don't make me tell you again Benjamin. Keep it down over there. You're killing the mood."
[Cacophonous noises]
HV MFing R: "I'm gonna pound your bottom!!!"
Benjamin: "No, don't do that!"
HV MFing R: "I would never do that to you Benjamin. I was talking to your mother.”
Benjamin: [under his breath] "You mother fucker."
HV MFing R: "I heard that Benjamin! You! Are! WELCOME! OMG!"
HAHAH. I thought of this.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=waT96YqpDNs
Rebirth!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PD_0fqvT32g&list=RDPD_0fqvT32g&start_radio=1