Misery Loves Company
Perched on the windowsill into your soul, I hardly catch a breath. My poignant songs, my dramatic verses, my endless moans for you don't allow you to take a breath either. It's like drowning ...
It’s not like drowning, it’s drowning, actually, it’s drowning. It’s the drowning we both know. It’s the invisible hand always saving us, kind of, somehow, somewhat. I’m drowning in you o Fuchsia, I’m The Drowning Man. I’m La Ment. I’m The Hungry Ghost on A Strange Day. When there’s nothing left but Faith. When All I Want is YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The Fuchsia, my Lady’s Eardrop, my Queen, highly ornamental, deeply attractive, is considered a shade flower, yet we both know you want, you need, you desire lots of light to grow and bloom. O Fuchsia, my Beautiful, you are my vivid reddish purple I wear. Your warm red characteristics give me cold a comforting and nurturing effect.
In Floriography or the Language of Flowers, Fuchsias tend to symbolize true feelings, freeing deep emotions, amiability, confiding love, elegance, and good taste. These plants were discovered at the end of 17th century and named in honor of the famous German botanist Leonhart Fuchs. Which does make me King Lion Heart Fucks.
In the play “The Tragical Life of Doctor Faustus,” Shakespeare's rival Christopher Marlowe penned, “Solamen miseris socios habuisse doloris,” loosely translated as “misery loves company.” The Latin phrase turned idiom refers to the motivation of the devil and the misery of hell.
O Fuchsia, misery loves company! Yet my misery doesn't love company. The sentiment behind this implies that miserable people want you to be just as unhappy as they are and will go out of their way to ensure that others are just as miserable as they feel.
It's not that the person enjoys the company of other miserable people, it's that the abstract state of misery enjoys the company of its own kind - more misery. It’s a complex/complicated paradox, as always, baby! That’s why I’m such a fucking moron, primitive, simple, just dealing with it, misery, misery loves company. You think I’m a nerd because I know everything, right?
I can write you a million things disguised as love, I can sing you a million love songs, the hole/whole point is, I❤️U!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The Cure - The Drowning Man
She stands twelve feet above the flood
She stares
Alone
Across the water
The loneliness grows and slowly
Fills her frozen body
Sliding downwards
One by one her senses die
The memories fade
And leave her eyes
Still seeing worlds that never were
And one by one the bright birds leave her
Starting at the violent sound
She tries to turn
But final
Noiseless
Slips and strikes her soft dark head
The water bows
Receives her
And drowns her at its ease
Drowns her at its ease
I would have left the world all bleeding
Could I only help you love
The fleeting shapes
So many years ago
So young and beautiful and brave
Everything was true
It couldn't be a story
I wish it was all true
I wish it couldn't be a story
The words all left me
Lifeless
Hoping
Breathing like the drowning man
Oh Fuchsia
You leave me
Breathing like the drowning man
Breathing like the drowning man
La Ment
Today there was a tragedy
Underneath the bridge
A man walked
Cold and blue
Into La Ment
The sky colored perfect
As the man slipped away
Waving with a last vanilla smile
Waving with a last vanilla smile
Somewhere at a table
Two drowned fools
Smoking
Drinking water as they talked
Of how they loved our lady
And oh the smell as candles die
One more ice cream river body
Flowed underneath the bridge
Underneath the bridge
As the river flowed
One more ice cream river body
Flowed underneath the bridge
Underneath the bridge
The Hungry Ghost
All the things we never know we need
Looks like we get them in the end
Measure time in leisure time and greed
And by the time we get to spend
A floating bed
A head of stone
A home plugged into every phone
Kimono coral floral print
Exclusive tint and cut reclusive
No, it doesn't come for free
But it's the price
We pay for happiness
No don't talk about more to life than this
Dream a world maybe no one owns
No don't think about all the life we miss
Swallow doubt as the hunger grows
Make believe it's like no one knows
Even if we turn more to most
We'll never satisfy the hungry ghost
All the stuff we know we never want
Seems like we get it anyway
Safe to say it isn't really wrong
But when we know we only...
Yeah, throw it all away
Yeah, all of this we never know we want
It's like we get it anyway
Safe to say it isn't ever wrong
Better to get than to delay
A 3D screen
A cleaner pit
A bit pulled out of every hit
Addicted latest greatest piece
Design caprice and make the headline
No, it doesn't come for free
But it's the price
We pay for happiness
No don't talk about more to life than this
Dream a world maybe no one owns
No don't think about all the life we miss
Swallow doubt as the hunger grows
Make believe it's like no one knows
Even if we turn more to most
We'll never satisfy the hungry ghost
And all of this
We know we never need
Well, it's the price
We pay for happiness
Yeah
A Strange Day
Give me your eyes that I might see
The blind man kissing my hands
The sun is humming, my head turns to dust
As he plays on his knees
(As he plays on his knees)
And the sand and the sea grows
I close my eyes
Move slowly through drowning waves
Going away on a strange day
And I laugh as I drift in the wind
Blind, dancing on a beach of stone
Cherish the faces as they wait for the end
Sudden hush across the water
And we're here again
The sand and the sea grows
I close my eyes
Move slowly through drowning waves
Going away on a strange day
My head falls back
And the walls crash down
And the sky and the impossible explode
Held for one moment, I remember a song
An impression of sound
Then everything is gone forever
A strange day
A strange day
Faith
Catch me if I fall
I'm losing hold
I can't just carry on this way
And every time
I turn away
Lose another blind game
The idea of perfection holds me
Suddenly I see you change
Everything at once
The same
But the mountain never moves
Rape me like a child
Christened in blood
Painted like an unknown saint
There's nothing left but hope
Your voice is dead
And old
And always empty
Trust in me through closing years
Perfect moments wait
If only we could stay
Please
Say the right words
Or cry like the stone white clown
And stand forever
Lost forever in a happy crowd
No one lifts their hands
No one lifts their eyes
Justified with empty words
The party just gets better and better
I went away alone
With nothing left
But faith
All I Want
Tonight I'm feeling like an animal
Tonight I'm howling inside
Tonight I'm feeling like an animal
Tonight I'm going wild
And all I want
Is to be with you again
And all I want
Is to hold you like a dog
And all I want
Is to be with you again
With you again
Just to hold you like a dog
Tonight I'm screaming like an animal oh ho
Tonight I'm losing control
Tonight I'm screaming like an animal oh ho
Tonight I'm getting so low
And all I want
Is to be with you again
And all I want
Is to hold you like a dog
All I want
Is to be with you again
With you again
Just to hold you like a dog
That's all I want, that's all I want
Just to hold you like a dog
That's all I want, like a dog
That's all I want, that's all I want
Just to hold you like a dog
That's all I want
Just to hold you like a dog
That's all I want
And all I want
Just to hold you like a dog
And all I want
Just to hold you like a dog aoo
Misery loves company is when people who are unhappy like to share their troubles with others. We are unhappy because we are apart, and because of other factors.
Misery loves company is when people do get some consolation from knowing that others are unhappy too.
“There is no greater sorrow than to recall happiness in times of misery. I am determined to be cheerful and happy in whatever situation I may find myself. For I have learned that the greater part of our misery or unhappiness is determined not by our circumstance but by our disposition.” Some body said that.
Baby, we can be happy, or at least less unhappy, because misery loves company. I’m happy to have you, but not so happy not to have you, if you know what I mean Swiftly. Tayly? Karmy? Baby? Yet you wouldn’t know what I mean, Neo’s Bunny!
This is an elegant sentiment that continues to echo through time and space. For people who are unhappy, it’s indeed an invaluable source of precious comfort to share their unbearable sorrow with people in similar situations. Their excruciating misery loves the company of others who do understand the sorrow and grief like no one else.
It’s about the overwhelming desperation of wanting someone really badly in your life but having it be very difficult.
O Fuchsia, how I understand you baby, my Lady’s Eardrop, my Queen, my Beautiful! I understand and have gone through all that shit, I’ve been to hell and back. So it’s all true, that misery loves company, I do, you do. Whether apart or together we do.
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