X HO STED/TORN

Strangely, I give myself PERMISSION to relax, the knife cuts both ways, whoopsie! I mean for both alpha males and submissive women. I M 2 TOLL Y M OCEAN ALLY X HOSTED! Loving you from this afar ...

Jul 21, 2023

1.
… Split by being pulled or pierced with a sharp implement.
I´m wearing an invisible torn heart jacket.
2.
… Feeling that one is in a state of uncertainty between one two three conflicting options or parties of LOVE.
I am / must have been very torn about what I should do … not what I shouldn´t.

Torn is a perfect breakup song. It gives you the simple feelings of heartbreak — love, sadness, anger, loss, bliss, confusion — but it treats those emotions with such rich subtlety that you leave it sadder and wiser, I mean happier and dumber, you know me. your 2 toll Y Dumbass Tarzan!

This Torn song is about a woman who thought she found the perfect man, only to find out he was Mr. Wrong all along. To say she is taking it hard is an understatement: she's so upset that she ends up cold, shamed, lying naked on the floor. I mean the Idiot Mr. Right aka WRight is BEING torn between ONE TWO THREE ? WOMEN! THE HELL, THE HORRORS, I MEAN THE HEAVEN, WHOOPSIE! Constantly writing her, constantly singing for her, constantly loving her … the “artist” is so fricking foolish, but he means it, all of it. HE HAS FELT IT, HE HAS LIVED IT, INTENSELY, LIKE NEVER BEFORE!!! The “artist” just can´t escape his silliness she´s contributed to immensely. She´s just too much, TOO MANY, he just can´t keep up!

This Torn girl is longing for a lost love she´s finally found. It's about a person reflecting on the past and wondering what went wrong. Thank God I´m a 49 year old boy, wait, let me do a double take, wait, a triple Czech! ONE TWO THREE, yup, I´m a boy, thank God! Meaning my check-up revealed I have a P, nah, I don´t have to pee — P = the male version of POETRY, obviously, of course!!! Forget about intercourse, for a second, at least, will you? Thank you. No worries, we´ll get back to it, for the rest of our lives, IT DELICIOUS, AH …

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But what I actually meant is IT, the SIN dust TRY, my love! Will you serve me? Because I will definitely serve you! I´m at your SERVICE, MY TRUE LOVE!

Thank God I´m a man who has NOT lost his sense of direction and humor in life and feels NOT disconnected from everything around him. Thank God YOU ARE EVERYTHING, YOU ARE MY EVERYTHING!!! ONE TWO THREE, yup, I must be doing my METH correctly. You already know that in high school I was in an Elite Special Math major. Overall, I´m your genius, baby. I´m just your GENE, you can´t escape me! Didn´t I mean ERECTION? I LOVE YOU, I BELIEVE IN THE POWER OF LOVE, I KNOW IT, 110%. I KNOW IT FIRST HAND. I KNOW IT LAST HAND. I´m torn. I AM, I PM, I AM, I PM. I´M TORN.

Natalie Imbruglia may be considered a one-hit wonder since she was never able to replicate the immense success of "Torn," but her song will surely live on in karaoke halls and '90s mixtapes until the end of time. Well, at least until the end of our times, ONE TWO THREE, I mean my time in THIS life, in THIS LOVE LIFE, IRL!

OVERQUALIFIED AND THEREFORE UNEMPLOYED, LOL, I am a man who CAN teach you what it means to LOVE. Pretty woman, bright student, you´re paying close attention, thank you, love you, I´m the Great Poet!

Yes, I´m the director of our movie TORN!!! And you love it, and you hate it, and you love me, and you hate me. And I love you, and I love you, and I will always only love you, and I will never really hate you, I just fucking know! I´m not late, but I´m a little slow.

I thought I saw a man brought to life
He was warm, he came around like he was dignified
He showed me what it was to cry

Well you couldn't be that man that I adored
You don't seem to know, or seem to care what your heart is for
I don't know him anymore
There's nothin' where he used to lie
Our conversation has run dry
That's what's goin' on
Nothing's fine, I'm torn

I'm all out of faith, this is how I feel
I'm cold and I am shamed
Lying naked on the floor
Illusion never changed
Into something real
I'm wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn
You're a little late
I'm already torn

So I guess the fortune teller's right
Should have seen just what was there and not some holy light
But you crawled beneath my veins and now
I don't care, I have no luck
I don't miss it all that much
There's just so many things
That I can't touch, I'm torn

Torn

There's nothing where he used to lie
My inspiration has run dry
That's what's goin' on
Nothing's right, I'm torn

I'm all out of faith
This is how I feel
I'm cold and I am shamed
Lying naked on the floor
Illusion never changed
Into something real
I'm wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn

I'm all out of faith
This is how I feel
I'm cold and I am ashamed
Bound and broken on the floor
You're a little late
I'm already torn

Torn

Oh yeah, oh yeah

I just learned that Natalie Imbruglia’s hit “Torn” was actually a cover and I feel way more betrayed by this than I should, whoopsie! No big deal, though you know I´m your overly sensitive soul! I can´t help but NOT cover up my UNCONDITIONAL LOVE! And while the temptation to sing along is there, it’s just not the same as Natalie’s version. It´s my kinda heavy metal poem 4 ya.

Ooooooh, the way you put it all = you & me & us together, the words with the images and how you weave the story from music … I just fainted, what did you say, what were you saying? What did I miss? What am I missing? Ooooooh, I´m swooning again …

You, you take all of the li-li-light away
But, but then you give me fireworks
I, I think of leaving ni-ni-night and day
But, but then you always find the words

You're contagious, baby
Love when you love me, hate me
The way you rock, rock, rock my body lately
You set the rain on fire
I wish the lows were higher
Wish I could stop, stop, stop to save me

Oh, I wanna stay, wanna walk out the door
Oh no, right now baby I'm torn
I can't get enough, can't take anymore
Oh no, right now baby I'm torn
You dry my tears and make it pour
You show me love and give me war
I can't get enough, can't take anymore
Oh no, right now baby I'm torn

I, I always want to run, run, run away
But, but then I crawl into your arms
It, it's like we're starting drama every day
But, but you know that's my favorite part

You're contagious, baby
Love when you love me, hate me
The way you rock, rock, rock my body lately
You set the rain on fire
I wish the lows were higher
Wish I could stop, stop, stop to save me

Torn from the pages out of our book
A beautiful tragedy
I'm torn in between heaven and hell
'Cause baby when I'm with you
I just don't know where I'd rather be

X HO STED/TORN is based on an inner conflict the “artist” is going through via his romance. In other words, he is “torn” by the most powerful, really unprecedented feelings of both love and hate for his lover ONE TWO THREE. This is because he experiences both pleasure and pain as a result of his interactions with his lover ONE TWO THREE. Phuck!!!

One of the things he really enjoys is the spiritual intimacy, the cosmic connection. THIS IS REALLY KREYZEE!!! Yet they also experience a considerable degree of “drama”, NOT BEING PHYSICALLY TOGETHER YET, as in outspoken discontent, in fact on a daily basis of ENDLESS FRUSTRATION. I miss you, I miss you so much, And despite making perpetual attempts to call it quits, he finds himself still ‘crawling’ back ‘into the arms’ of his boo, his lover ONE TWO THREE. Or put differently, his feelings for her are not allowing him to break up, or break down, despite the “artist” having serious beef with the platonic relationship, craving it to become physical rather sooner than later.

But make no mistake about it – despite the “artist’s” grievances, this is definitely the Ultimate LOVE song, like all of the others. For instance, according to the bridge, or sleeping romantically under the bridge, he seems to prefer being with her more than engaging in any other activity. And even in regards to the aforementioned “drama”, he states that getting into it with her is his“favorite part” of the day and night, all that he can give, all that she can take, whoopsie. So in a way, one can even argue that the primary sentiment being put forth is one of affection, as in the “artist” not having the wherewithal, emotionally, to part ways with his lover ONE TWO THREE PHOENIX.

And with that in mind, you can’t help but to sympathize with me and the most beautiful conflict I´m going through. But if one were to make an attempt at predicting the future of this TRUE LOVE relationship, it´s worthy to note that the Torn song ends pretty much the same as it began. That´s to say that things will likely continue along their established course, with the “artist” going through the overwhelming dilemma of being enraptured in a wonderful, magical, arguably toxic relationship. SO UNPREDICKTABLE, SO OFF-THE-CHARTS, SO OFF-THE-RAILS, MAM!!!

My “Torn” interpolates ABBA’s classic hit “Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! WHAT? Ah …

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