Me´S Some Body = Miss
When the words are inadequate, like the lyrics stab the heart, you wish you could touch my soul when my body´s around. Pain and Love just sing together. They duet at the tribute concert ...
Hitting everybody within their reach
Pain and Love both pray and prey
Hitting everybody within their reach
Will we ever learn from what they teach
Hitting everybody within their reach
Pain and Love both pray and prey
Hitting everybody within their reach
Do we really do all that they preach
Love is painful because love brings growth. Love demands, transforms and is painful because love gives you a new birth. Love brings your heart into relationship, and when the heart is in relationship there is always pain. But if you avoid the pain, you will miss all pleasures of life. Me knows, me thinks, me feels, me believes. Me´s some body that misses you Miss You. Do you miss Mister Yours too?
Tú, no sabes quien soy yo
No sé quien eres tú
Y en realidad, quien sabe que somos los dos
Y yo, como un secuestrador, te persigo por amor
Y aunque tú no sepas mi dirección
Mi apellido y mi voz, y la clave de mi corazón
Alguien te quiere, alguien te espera
Alguien te sueña y tú no sabes que soy yo
Alguien te piensa constantemente
Alguien te busca y por fin te encontró
Alguien te amó, y alguien soy yo
Yo, no pido nada más
Que estar feliz si tu lo estas y sentirte bien
Aunque no sepas quien
Quien te quiere sin más por encima del bien y del mal
Alguien te quiere, alguien te espera
Alguien te sueña y tú no sabes que soy yo
Alguien te piensa constantemente
Alguien te busca y por fin te encontró
Y alguien soy yo
En el fondo de mi vida
No me queda otra salida, que no seas tú
Tú no sabes quien soy yo
No sé quien eres tú
Ya somos dos
Alguien te quiere, alguien te espera
Alguien te sueña y tú no sabes que soy yo
Alguien te piensa constantemente
Alguien te busca y por fin te encontró
Y Alguien te amó, y alguien soy yo
Alguien te amó, y alguien soy yo
You do not know who I am
I do not know who you are
And really, who knows that we are both
And I, like a kidnapper, chase you for love
And even if you don't know my address
My last name and my voice, and the key to my heart
Someone loves you, someone is waiting for you
Someone dreams of you and you don't know it's me
Someone thinks about you constantly
Someone is looking for you and finally found you
Someone loved you, and someone is me
I don't ask for anything more
Than being happy if you are and feeling good
Even if you don't know who
Who loves you without further ado above good and evil
Someone loves you, someone is waiting for you
Someone dreams of you and you don't know it's me
Someone thinks about you constantly
Someone is looking for you and finally found you
and someone is me
In the depths of my life
I have no other way out, other than you
You do not know who I am
I do not know who you are
We are two now
Someone loves you, someone is waiting for you
Someone dreams of you and you don't know it's me
Someone thinks about you constantly
Someone is looking for you and finally found you
And someone loved you, and someone is me
Someone loved you, and someone is me
Philosopher Jean-Paul Sartre proposes that even that act of being in mutual love is a constant act of pain. We rely on the other person in our relationship to make us exist, their breath is our breath, their felt words, written or spoken, our oxygen, within and even beyond oxytocin, a hormone released by the pituitary gland that causes increased contraction of the uterus during LIBOR and stimulates the ejection of milk into the ducts of the breasts, the love drug, as oxytocin is associated with trust, sexual arousal and relationship building, referred to as the “love hormone” or “cuddle chemical.” Oxytocin levels melodramatically increase when we're hugging some body and when we're experiencing an orgasm. Like now! Wait, in a little bit, our 8 takes time, a life, a turn. Love can be contactless, symmetrical fear more or less.
We´re constantly focused on the other person seeing us how we want them to, on ensuring they continually love us, because we want them, we need them, we lack them, but not. And LS disposes. Now and tomorrow is when. But yesterday was when too. And the day before yesterday even worse. You cannot imagine the penetrated philosophy and poetry of LS, our uniquely deep love story, as beautiful and alive and alove as you, or can you?
Moaning, I can picture and project everything that´s you, the dominant hue, the origin of all the colors I can see and feel. So many shades of your love are moaning for me, for we the seal. Hue is the wavelength within the visible-light spectrum at which the energy output from a source is greatest. You are the greatest, the true blue. Our romance shades are a reference to elusiveness or shadows, in reference to our ambiguity and the many degrees of our mysterious personas. Shrinky´s talking.
My prime focus is on the elusiveness of identity, how we try to define ourselves. The rainbow trout you are is prized by the fisherman I am for its elusiveness. We have this elusive behavior, eluding or failing to allow for or accommodate a clear perception or complete mental grasp we are hard to express or define. This elusive concept. Like being cleverly or skillfully evasive. A fish too elusive to catch you are. Not restricted to freshwater, you migrate to the sea between spawnings, where you get me lost. Shrimpy´s waxing.
Is couples waxing a thing? Several spas offer the honeymoon wax as a package which includes waxing for different body parts and for the bride + groom for a dear price. Are we called a “Hollywood” wax now?
FYI, wax - a sticky yellowish moldable substance secreted by honeybees as the material of honeycomb - cover or treat with wax or a similar substance, typically to polish or protect - make a recording of - indicate an increasingly literary mindset or mode of speech, awww. And as I am your greatest poet, my waxing poetic is your most nutritious food. And so I wax and wax and wax describing the moon's transition from new to full (waxing) and back (waning), as I love you to the moon and back. And baby, I want your coffee!
Bikini waxing is basically removing pubic hair using a hot or cold wax. BS people usually get it done for aesthetic hygiene or fashion or some other off-the-wall reasons. If you´re tired of the razor burns yet want your hair to be tamed down there, you should NOT get a bikini wax done, like ever. Hire me instead! The bikini line area, which is the area between the inner thigh and upper leg is usually not covered by bikini bottoms, so it can NOT be embarrassing at times if this hair is visible. Getting the bikini line waxed is NEVER a great way to get that perfect summer swimsuit look and even for a dose of a boost in self-esteem! If you´re considering to go for bikini waxing, God forbid, I´ll share with you everything that you need to know about it and tips to follow before you plan your first fictitious bikini waxing appointment at a salon, err, my office. Shrimpy Shrinky.
I´m an Insomniac. Incurable. Featuring fully immersive experiences. I find it hard to go to sleep, wake up several times during the night, lie awake at night, wake up early and cannot go back to sleep. Is it an issue? No. Am I the issue? Yes. Maybe. You are the reason why!
You, do you remember me?
Like I remember you?
Do you spend your life
Going back in your mind to that time?
'Cause I, I walk the streets alone
I hate being on my own
And everyone can see that I really fell
And I'm going through hell
Thinking about you with somebody else
Somebody wants you, somebody needs you
Somebody dreams about you every single night
Somebody can't breathe, without you it's lonely
Somebody hopes that one day you will see
That somebody's me, that somebody's me, yeah
How, how did we go wrong?
It was so good and now it's gone
And I pray at night that our paths soon will cross
And what we hide isn't lost
'Cause you're always right here in my thoughts
Somebody wants you, somebody needs you
Somebody dreams about you every single night
Somebody can't breathe, without you it's lonely
Somebody hopes that one day you will see
That somebody's me, oh, yeah
You will always be in my life even if I'm not in your life
'Cause you're in my memory
You, will you remember me?
And before you set me free, oh, listen please
Somebody wants you, somebody needs you
Somebody dreams about you every single night
Somebody can't breathe, without you it's lonely
Somebody hopes that someday you will see
Somebody's me, that somebody's me
That somebody's me, that somebody's me, oh, yeah
Through this One True Love song, Spanish and English versions, I´m singing my lungs out to tell the whole world that true love never dies, or sleeps. There's an ordinary guy who loves a special girl so much that he thinks about her every breath of his hole life. He tries to make her understand how important she is to him. Somebody's me! Me´s Some Body!
He tries to tell her that no one can love her more than him. He tells her somebody needs her more than anything, than anybody else, somebody cares about her more than himself and that somebody dreams about her every single day and night. And then he dares tell her that, that somebody is me, that me is some body missing hers, your tummy, my tummy. This Matrix insomNeo weirdo really loves this music & lyric gem a bunch, he wants to be with his Trinity forever and hopes that someday soon his Sleeping Beauty will wake up and rush into his arms to save his body and come back in his life again.
And there´s one more thing to add to his moving melody, no matter whoever is apart, if someone dedicates this song to their lover, then they can and will be together again, because this immortal One True Love song has that magical power, the cosmic trance force that moves all the mountains, the otherworldly force that makes anyone cross all the deserts to find the only oasis of Love!
Why am I Eros putting your maniacal feelings into one true love song in two different versions you should listen to? Are you even me, an insomniac of love, a maniac of love? Sleeping with me has a somewhat healing effect on your superhyped psyche and neglected body in bloom that are otherwise doomed, drowning in tears and gloom. Fucking telling you! No, I cannot be blamed.
Psyche is the Greek goddess of the soul and often represented as a beautiful woman with butterfly wings. The name Psyche means "soul" in Greek and was commonly referred to as such in Roman mythology as well, though direct translation is Anima. She was born a mortal woman who became the wife of Eros.
Eros is the Greek god of carnal love. In Latin he is called Amor or Cupid, desire, the assistant of Aphrodite, the goddess of love and fertility. Phuck! Baby? Aaaaah! Aaaaah!
Anima is an individual's true inner self that in the analytical psychology of Jung reflects archetypal ideals of conduct. An inner feminine part of the male personality. Originating in the idea that Anima/Animus archetype is a counterpart of gender identity, these images are traditionally considered as feminine for men and masculine for women. Anima is the feminine while Animus is the masculine gender, both defining the “soul”.
In other silly-coded lay-me-baby words, Jung describes the animus as the unconscious masculine side of a woman, and the anima as the unconscious feminine side of a man, each transcending the personal psyche. See, that´s why this natural mami-papi, kitty-doggie, nut-shell bond of immaturity. Meow!
A good example of this is the fairytale of Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs – who are all animus manifestations, psychologically speaking. Archetypal examples of the animus in various stages of development: Tarzan, the unconscious primitive but physically vital masculine. Jane! OMG OMG, I´m off the rails again! Help! Help!
When the words are inadequate, like the lyrics stab the heart, you wish you could touch my soul when my body´s around. Pain and Love just sing together. They duet at the tribute concert ...
Hitting everybody within their reach
Pain and Love both pray and prey
Hitting everybody within their reach
Will we ever learn from what they teach
Hitting everybody within their reach
Pain and Love both pray and prey
Hitting everybody within their reach
Do we really do all that they preach
When we are so much more than magical realism, an aesthetic style of literary fiction and art. We are the actual state of stupefaction. We both paint realistic views of the world, of us together or on our own while also adding magical elements, blurring the hard lines between fantasy and reality. Our blood is blended into real atmospheres in order to access a deeper understanding of our love reality. We are a soft matter of facts, both scattered around and drawn together, heavy silk fabric produced by weaving and knitting fibers of love, our intertwined hearts of daze just melt for each other till the end of days. We are so much more than magical realism, we are so much more than art, yet less than paradise.
Love is painful because love brings growth. Love demands, transforms and is painful because love gives you a new birth. Love brings your heart into relationship, and when the heart is in relationship there is always pain. If you avoid the pain, you will miss all pleasures of life. Me knows, me thinks, me feels, me believes. Me´s some body that misses you Miss You. Do you miss Mister Yours?
Philosopher Jean-Paul Sartre proposes that even that act of being in mutual love is a constant act of pain. We rely on the other person in our relationship to make us exist, their breath is our breath, their felt words, written or spoken, our oxygen, within and even beyond oxytocin, a hormone released by the pituitary gland that causes increased contraction of the uterus during LIBOR and stimulates the ejection of milk into the ducts of the breasts, the love drug, as oxytocin is associated with trust, sexual arousal and relationship building, referred to as the “love hormone” or “cuddle chemical.” Oxytocin levels melodramatically increase when we're hugging some body and when we're experiencing an orgasm. Like now! Wait, in a little bit, our 8 takes time, a life, a turn. Love can be contactless, symmetrical fear more or less.
Love is painful because love brings growth. Love demands, transforms and is painful because love gives you a new birth. Love brings your heart into relationship, and when the heart is in relationship there is always pain. But if you avoid the pain, you will miss all pleasures of life. Me knows, me thinks, me feels, me believes. Me´s some body that misses you Miss You. Do you miss Mister Yours too?
I´m an Insomniac. Incurable. Featuring fully immersive experiences. I find it hard to go to sleep, wake up several times during the night, lie awake at night, wake up early and cannot go back to sleep. Is it an issue? No. Am I the issue? Yes. Maybe. You are the reason why!
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