And I'm Feelin' Good

		YINLING ♥ \| \| Birds flying high You know how I feel Sun in the sky You know how I feel Reeds driftin' on by You know how I feel It's a new dawn It's a new day It's a new life For me And I'm feeling good

CHATTERBOX DECLARATIONS Let me think for a bit eh WISHFUL hmm ~~hmm~~ more hmmm RUNAWAY In the jungle the mighty jungle the lion sleeps tonight REWIND August 2006 September 2006 October 2006 November 2006 December 2006 January 2007 February 2007 March 2007 April 2007 May 2007 June 2007 July 2007 August 2007 September 2007 October 2007 November 2007 December 2007 January 2008 February 2008 March 2008 July 2008 August 2008 September 2008 October 2008 June 2009 CREDITS Desiger/edited by: Milk shakeee Basecode: doughnutcrazy Music: LALALA! Icon: Picture Cbox: Tag		raggedy muse 10:13 PM eh hem. clears throat in line with the theme of this online outlet of expression, here we try to gain insight on what others see into the often elusive and intangible topic of the four-lettered word at the top left corner, and all its associations. the anthropological view Man is torn away from his primary union with nature, which characterizes animal existence. Having at the same time reason and imagination, he is aware of his aloneness and separateness; of his powerlessness and ignorance; of the accidentalness of his birth and death. He could not face this state of being for a second if he could not find new ties with his fellow man which replace the old ones regulated by instincts. Even if all his physiological needs were satisfied, he would experience his state of aloneness and individuation as a prison from which he had to break in order to preserve his sanity. (...) the necessity to unite with other living beings, to be related to them, is an imperative need on the fulfilment of which man's sanity depends. This need is behind all phenomena which constitute the whole gamut of intimate human relations, of all passions which are called love in the broadest sense of the word Erich Fromm, The Sane Society wahahaha Love is an obsessive delusion that is cured by marriage. Dr. Karl Bowman Love is being stupid together. Paul Valery Love is the cheapest of religions. Cesare Pavese, The Burning Brand: Diaries 1935-1950 (1952; tr. 1961), entry for 21 Dec. 1939. People who are not in love fail to understand how an intelligent man can suffer because of a very ordinary woman. This is like being surprised that anyone should be stricken with cholera because of a creature so insignificant as the comma bacillus. Marcel Proust, Remembrance of Things Past, vol. 2, "Swann's Way: Swann in Love" The fickleness of the women I love is only equalled by the infernal constancy of the women who love me. George Bernard Shaw forget about love, i'll rather fall for chocolates! All I really need is love, but a little chocolate now and then doesn't hurt! Lucy Van Pelt (in Peanuts, by Charles M. Schulz) It's not that chocolates are a substitute for love. Love is a substitute for chocolate. Chocolate is, let's face it, far more reliable than a man. Miranda Ingram ahhh, who cares about love I know that somewhere in the Universe exists my perfect soulmate but looking for her is much more difficult than just staying at home and ordering another pizza. Alf Whit If love is the answer, could you please rephrase the question? Lily Tomlin Romantic love, in pornography as in life, is the mythic celebration of female negation. For a woman, love is defined as her willingness to submit to her own annihilation…. The proof of love is that she is willing to be destroyed by the one whom she loves, for his sake. For the woman, love is always self-sacrifice, the sacrifice of identity, will, and bodily integrity, in order to fulfill and redeem the masculinity of her lover. Andrea Dworkin Madame, it is an old word and each one takes it new and wears it out himself. It is a word that fills with meaning as a bladder with air and the meaning goes out of it as quickly. It may be punctured as a bladder is punctured and patched and blown up again and if you have not had it it does not exist for you. All people talk of it, but those who have had it are marked by it, and I would not wish to speak of it further since of all things it is the most ridiculous to talk of and only fools go through it many times. Ernest Hemingway, Death in the Afternoon, ch. 11 *some apparently do* Love (understood as the desire of good for another) is in fact so unnatural a phenomenon that it can scarcely repeat itself, the soul being unable to become virgin again and not having energy enough to cast itself out again into the ocean of another's soul. James Joyce, Notes to the play Exiles When desire, having rejected reason and overpowered judgment which leads to right, is set in the direction of the pleasure which beauty can inspire, and when again under the influence of its kindred desires it is moved with violent motion towards the beauty of corporeal forms, it acquires a surname from this very violent motion, and is called love. Socrates, Quoted in: Plato, Phaedrus. (yay, philo! philo test tmr. which i haven't touched wheeee) When love beckons to you, follow him, Though his ways are hard and steep. And when his wings enfold you yield to him, Though the sword hidden among his pinions May wound you. And when he speaks to you believe in him, Though his voice may shatter your dreams As the north wind lays waste the garden. For even as love crowns you So shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth So is he for your pruning. Even as he ascends to your height and caresses Your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun, So shall he descend to your roots and Shake them in their clinging to the earth. Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet Absence is to love what wind is to fire; it extinguishes the small, it enkindles the great. Comte DeBussy-Rabutin Time is too slow for those who wait, too swift for those who fear, too long for those who grieve, too short for those who rejoice, but for those who love, time is eternity. Henry Van Dyke To love at all is to be vulnerable. C.S. Lewis A pity beyond all telling Is hid in the heart of love. W. B. Yeats To be wounded by Eros' arrow, buys a ticket to float above Olympus, or to be chucked into Tartarus. it is the Nemesis with Cerberus on guard. like Prometheus immortal agony when will Hercules come and get me? i don't want to become Hera! go away Hades, don't abduct me! (ok this is not making much literary sense) mommy save me! (and down comes Demeter) winter falls and to all those who meet a Zeus i pity thee. ahahah! yay! a lousy attempt at incoporating what i have learnt so far in 'of gods, heroes, and men in skirts' in a poem. i swear i'll do a better one sometime. this one sounds like a what a seven year old is capable of. :D i'll try to put eveything in the next one. HAHA.