Well, you can tell by the way I use my walk that I'm a woman's man- no time to talk. The music's loud and the women warm (I've been kicked around since I was born). Now, it's all right. It's okay. You may look the other way. We can try to understand this "New-York-Times-Effect-On-Man."
Whether you're a brother, or whether you're a mother, you're staying alive. Staying ALIVE! Feel the city breaking? And everybody shaking? Well, we're staying alive, staying alive. Hahaha! "Stayin alive." "Staying alive!" Hah. Staying alive.
Well now, I get low (and I get high). If I can't get either, I really try. Got the wings of heaven on my shoes- I'm a dancin man. I just can't lose. You know, it's all right. Its okay. I'll live to see another day. We can try to understand the "New-York-Times-Effect" on man.
Whether you're a brother, or whether you're a mother, you're staying alive. Staying alive. You feel the city breaking- and everybody shaking, but you're staying alive... staying alive.
Man, life's going nowhere. Somebody help me. Somebody help me! Life's going nowhere! Somebody help me, yeah?
I'm staying alive.
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Saturday, April 17, 2010
Bliss/Love
I've had an epiphany. I recently defined epiphany as something that you have known, and always will know, but was only recently presented in an intelligible way. So, here it is.
To achieve bliss, your actions must fulfill your mind, body, and soul, the mind being the most important. If certain actions continue to fulfill these needs, or a certain person does, you are endeared to them. If you are willing to withstand blows to the mind, soul, and body in hopes of preserving the feeling of euphoria, or the thing that brings you euphoria, it must be love.
Love, of course, is not always romantic, like I don't love my paints the way I'd love a guy. That'd be gross. But love is love nonetheless, whether it is love for an activity, or romantic love, or familial love, or love for a friend. The type of love is totally up to the lover to decide. I'm just defining what I feel is "love", in a blanket term.
To achieve bliss, your actions must fulfill your mind, body, and soul, the mind being the most important. If certain actions continue to fulfill these needs, or a certain person does, you are endeared to them. If you are willing to withstand blows to the mind, soul, and body in hopes of preserving the feeling of euphoria, or the thing that brings you euphoria, it must be love.
Love, of course, is not always romantic, like I don't love my paints the way I'd love a guy. That'd be gross. But love is love nonetheless, whether it is love for an activity, or romantic love, or familial love, or love for a friend. The type of love is totally up to the lover to decide. I'm just defining what I feel is "love", in a blanket term.
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