You are my hunger...

My incessant desire

To nourish my

Egoistic heart.

You knock onto my

Shallow intestines

And scratches

Against the

Walls of my

Indifference.

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malandi daw ako sabi ng pinakamalapit kong kaibigan.

Currently listening to: Fuseboxx' Outlet II
Currently feeling: harmful to others

Disdain…
I would rather
Love
Hatred
From you.
Insecure.
Maladjusted.
Homosexual evolution
And reformation
Of the cerebral cortex.
You are
Lacking of hormones
That defines sanity.
Infidelity was my
Game
And you are a hapless

Piece of poetic crap.

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naniniwala ako na ang wowowee ay isang kulto at ang mga namatay kanina ay human sacrifices.

hininto ng ABSCBN ang lahat dahil gusto nila pagtakpan ang katotohanan: ang endless hunger ni willie sa sariwang dugo.

ok...sorry...kalahati lang sa akin ang nainiwala sa sarili kong teyorya. TAKE NOTE: KALAHATI.

condolences...

Currently listening to: Jeff Buckley's Hallelujah

Unto my palms
I carved my hunger
For permanence
And adoration
Yet all it was
Was an outpouring
Of apparent
Animosity.
No pity.
No companionship.
None of the resemblance
We would rather recognize.

 

Feelings
Are but a delusion
And blood
Is putrid aroma
Of the decaying

Cadaver.

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tumutula nanaman ako,...at eto pa...tutugtug din ako ng bass. wow...yun ang hindi ko alam gawin.

ang kapal...

ok, alam kong napakasama nitong gagawin ko pero nung nakalipas na araw, nagsisimulang maglaro utak ko at ang aking alter-ego na si Doofie.

may teorya ako gaya ng sabi ko noon: ang nangyari sa WOWOWEE ay isang anyo ng MASS GENOCIDE - ibang version nga lang. at mas malala, marahil...

si Willie ay isang pinuno ng kulto. ang kultong walang kahiya-hiyang kumakanta ng mga NOVELTY SONGS na MALAMANG, pag binack-mask mo, ay may mga nakatagong mensahe ukol sa pagtalikod sa kamunduhan at i-alay ang pera sa organisasyon.

unang patunay: PAANO mo mapasasayaw ang mga tao sa saliw ng nakakalokong awitin tulad ng BOWOWOW at ang WOWOWEE Theme Song na tiyak na nakakawala ng moralidad? oo, siguro sasabihin mo, dahil ang mga pilipino ay naging desperado na sa atensiyon ng kamera...o kaya ng mga banyagang nanonood...PERO...hindi pa rin tama diba?

- mas mukhang tanga, mas maganda.  

ikalawang patunay: BAKIT ang mga TFC subscribers na dumadalaw ay walang pakundangang iniaabot ang limpak-limpak na salaping banyaga para lang makabati sa kanilang nanay na taga Bicol o Sorsogon?

- ito 50,000...paki sabi kay JUNJUN hindi ako nakabili ng computer para sa project niya, pero, 'tis all good, baby! i'm on WOWOWEE!!! 

ikatlong patunay: kapag PERA o BAYONG na, tumitining ang boses ni Janelle kasabay ng pagkamalikot ng lahat ng tao sa studio; mga taong hindi mapirmi, nagsisigawan sa galak, at tila mga molecules ng anyo ng matter na GAS.

ang aking konklusiyon sa nakaraang patunay--siguro, tulad ng mga DOLPHINS, may lebel ng desibel na kailangang abutin si Janelle para magsanhi ng complete chaos at incoherence sa mga utak ng mga tao sa studio.

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ang nangyari nung nakaraang araw sa ultra ang ultimate goal ng kultong WOWOWEE. nangmakapag-ipon na sila ng sapat na dami ng mananampalataya, oras na para maghain ng sakripisyo sa ikagagalak ng kanilang PINUNO na si WOWOWILLIE at ng kanilang diyos na si GABBY LOPEZ.

pinalabas nilang aksidente ang lahat. pero kung iyong mapapansin, halos BABAE at BATA ang mga namatay. bakit kamo?

1. kasi ang mga lider ng kulto ay may hilig sa sariwang obaryo ng kapapatay na babae.

2. ang mga bata ay inosente at nakapagpapanatili ng walang hanggang buhay.

-- teorya ko lang ang mga ito...siguro dahil sobra na ang insomnia ko, o malamang dahil ayoko na sa aking kurso at nakukulong na ako sa aking iskwelahang pulpol.

pasensiya na sa mga masasaktan dahil sa entry na ito ngunit ito'y sariling PANINIWALA at OPINYON.

pahabol:

ang mga KURIMAW BOYS (yun ba tawag sa kanila?) ay ang mga alagad at mensahero ng kultong ito. ang pagbibihis THRASHER ay mahigpit na PINAPATUPAD ng relihiyon para sa kanila upang mapanatili ang UNDERCOVER NATURE NILA. marami na daw kasing PUNK ROCKERS sa panahon ngayon.

at HIGIT SA LAHAT:

ang SMART TELECOMMUNICATIONS ay inatasang magbigay ng BUSINESS na E-LOAD sa mga nasawi at ng CELLPHONE UNIT sa bawat pamilya bilang TOKEN OF GRATITUDE sa pagpapa-ubaya ng kanilang mga mahal sa buhay sa DAKILANG TUNGKULIN ng PaG-AALAY NG SARILING BUHAY.

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editors note: kapag may pumaslang sa akin bukas, asahan niyong ang dapat sisihin ay ang mga ALAGAD NG WOWOWEE sapagkat binunyag ko ang kanilang sikreto.

AT HIGIT SA LAHAT: hindi ako sugo ng GMA 7. mas pipiliin ko pa ang CHOW TIME. higit sa CORNY, NAPAKAHARMLESS pa.

Currently listening to: Atreyu's Her Portrait In Black
Currently reading: Psychiatric Journals Vol. IX
Currently feeling: Idealistic

I feel useless, honestly...but when he brought me home to meet his family awhile ago...i suddenly felt like a million dollar.

i could not tell him to not trust me so much. my worth as a human being is no more than a buy-one-take-one-year-end-sweater sale.

after all, i've been branded a whore by my closest friend.

so what do i do now?

Hephaestus
Why they mock?
Why they brand
Hideous?
Frightening?
Bizarre?
Yet, unto your bestial
Arms fall
My Venus…
Immaculate…
Repulsiveness’ own rebellion
From the norms of
The world.

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My brain could no longer digest the pain of losing someone. i know i made it clear from the very start that once you entered my life, there would be no turning back...every loss, every single one, a part of me dies. dramatic, emo shit...i know...but that's the way i am...SELFISH...and as you had put it...EGOCENTRIC.

Aghast!
Aghast, I scream…
My tonsils fractured
From the overwhelming
Of each silent scream.
Can you not hear?
Anaesthetized
By what they whispered
In your half-willing ear.
Reasons and judgement…
Surreal.
Obscure.
Love me.
Drown me with
Rapture
And recover
My diminishing
Ecstasy
And lust for the world.

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I love my boxers...i'm buying more.

 

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Currently listening to: Aiden' The Last Sunrise
Currently reading: Astrology
Currently feeling: melodramatic emo shit

Forget me

Forget my half-dastardly

Reaction

Your stimulations are just too much

To send my cells

Combustioning.

 

Now I needed to contain

Everything else inside…

 

Eradicate and fornicate

Both my senses

And sentiments

 

So I may spell “pain”

In a manner that

I am not in it.

 

Forget the moon

Or the moment we both

Reached it in our

Climaxing

I rather

Regret

Than

Forget.

 

Put behind you

My aimless

Dreaming of tomorrow.

 

Forget we

Ever

Went down this

Road.

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i remembered someone once told me to forget...

now i am in his shoe begging another someone to forget.

now i understand how annoying i was before. and it was funny because it all felt similar.

i'm not angry anymore. well, i guess, at least.

 

Currently listening to: Jeff Buckley's Opened Once
Currently feeling: morose

this is actually a revision of my poem "Hallowed."

i made it a sonnet for a project in school.

There is no evident fear in passing

Nor agony on my fifth-score rebirth

For immortality’s curse is blessing

Just as so I may linger on mirth.

I shall long for cloving anguish

So does the grievous scorching of hell

To deny myself shall no longer be rubbish

That I pray eternal confinement on this cell.

If only I could ease your tortures in mute

And rejuvenate all wounds with my words

Then the flowing of these verbs I vow not to execute

Until your bleeding desists and distress seemed absurd.

 

No death, nor decay, can shatter my ardor

For it is your soul that nourishes my life the favor.

 

 

Currently listening to: Bestial Warlust

ok jann...here is where you and i talk...

i understand that you've been in control this past few weeks. yes, i am fully aware that Doofie's just around the corner whispering zany things just as so he manifests even this teeny tiny bit. but i am glad that you are not letting anymore alter-egos invade your open, willing mind. however, i was born just this instant. my name is Crude. not the oil, jann. Crude. plain Crude.

just as your mind had designed me, i was designated to be your analytical self. remember your theory on that WOWOWEE incident. sad to say, that wasn't you and doofie. it was me jann. Me all along. unfortunately for you, i am not, AGAIN, the humble type. i share your's and Doofie's irritating lust over LIMELIGHT.

do not mind them when they say you are EGOCENTRIC. too bad jann, only you and i understand the world. Doofie's just a comic relief, i am sure you are well aware of that from the very beginning.

so, jann, how about our plan on dominating the universe? have you given it much thought? your first step is to become a celebrity and, may i openly compliment, with your persistence and the good looks you've been hoarding compliments with, not to mention the kapal-ng-mukha you've earned from begging your professors to pass you, this one's in the bag.

run for councilor, name a street.

then run for a seat in the congress

by then senate is easy

then go for the gold,

PRESIDENCY.

just agree with g.w bush...say yes to everything and implement martial law.

slay those who will get in the way

INCLUDING NUNS, RUNNING PRIESTS, and MANOLING MORATO.

then the world is yours.

oh, yes, i forgot, pick Ping Medina as your Groom. Publicity. Self-Worth. And all that jazz.

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~what the fuck? i'm sorry...i'm having this immense desire to be knocked-off to sleep. i'm sorry alex...i didn't mean to lust over your brother. actually, it wasn't me, it was CRUDE. -->JANN

 

 

Currently feeling: psycho

"Yes, YES, it ended in my corrupting them all! How it could come to pass i do not know, but i remember it clearly."

- - isang lalaking nagpa-interview sa adbusters.

the turmoil has got to end! i had had enough. my sanity is being threatened by my own radical thinking. somebody shoot me in the head.

being inside bookstores is depressing. everything is expensive.

my head is going to start its own combustioning. I HAVE TO SLEEP TO SAVE MYSELF FROM PERMANENT BRAIN DAMAGE. the alter-egos are enough...i'm going to start killing people soon.

1. Prof. Aler

2. whoever invented the word supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.

3. myself.

i am a kamikazee. i believe in suicide for a greater cause.

this time the suicide is to save the world from ultimate devastation brought to you by your truly as a result of my lack of decent sleep.

fight club...yes...a good idea.

Currently listening to: my brain feeding on itself
Currently reading: munchmunchmunch
Currently watching: munchmunchmunch

Lusting over
Your ligaments,
I enter such a lavish
Ecstasy
From contemplating
How every muscle
On your anatomy
Shall satisfy my
Famine.

 

This earning
For your flesh…
To tear your
Skin into idle
Pieces and the idea
That it shall
Arouse a slumbering
Frenzy to feed
Again and dwell
On bliss.

 

That serenity
I had craved
Since I was
Made aware of
Your frame.
This carnal
Striking of my
Stomach against
The corners of my
Skin.

 

Beloved ego,
Allow me to
Cross my morality
So does the
Limits of
Practicality…

 

Call me a narcisst
I shall surrender
Sweet
Autophagy.

Currently listening to: Cradle of Filth's Halloween 2
Currently feeling: hungry

maybe, going back to my father is the only reason why my insanity was alleviated.

otherwise, i would have been in a straight-jacket by now.

it's funny how people treat you better and the world just smiles around you because you're pretty or you're with a beautiful person.

shit.

why is everybody so physical nowadays?

bunny mailed me. that must be one of the nicest things that happened this week.

ironic, we didn't talk much about happy things. just the emo shit and how alkaline trio's making their way to the gilids of recto.

and i'm not emo. i was just becoming...

other than autophagy,

i have this another interesting word: ANDROMINETOPHILIA

~which means: arousal from female partner who dresses like male.

wow...if i was made a BIOLOGICAL boy, i'd have this.

-         This is bullcrap! The silence, I mean…

 

-         What?

 

-         Finally…don’t act too dumb.

 

-         Dumb is such a strong word and it does sting a bit.

 

-         Aha! I knew it. You were out playing a “nice girl” con!

 

-         What if I was?

 

-         Then you are just any other slave of hypocrisy.

 

-         Who isn’t? You are too…You cannot fool me with that mysterious dupe! After all, you’re –

 

-         Stop it!

 

-         You can’t bear hearing it, don’t you? you’re scared of turning exactly like them…

 

-         Gravely frightened, actually.

 

-         Then why?

 

-         Let’s just say I lack of fulfilment.

 

-         Shit talk.

 

-         Seriously, it’s just my libido for fame.

 

-         You read Freud?

 

-         Actually.

 

-         That explains.

 

-         And you, what do you do?

 

-         I read Freud. I breathe Freud.

 

-         Amusing. I have this urge to have sex.

 

-         Do you want me to react on that statement?

 

-         Depends on what your conscience tells you…

 

-         Nothing. For all I know, you weren’t referring to lewd sex.

 

-         Indeed. I was to say, I’m having this urge to have sex – to make love – to a good book.

 

-         Was that a statement of virginity?

 

-         Not, actually. It’s just that it has been so long.

 

-         Your hymen’s probably regenerated.

 

-         You’re quite astute for a girl…

 

-         Chauvinist pig.

 

-         For your age, I meant.

 

-         Not because you’re older, it does make you smarter, you know…

 

-         Square root of nine?

 

-         Galileo Galilee.

 

-         Precisely!

 

-         You are troubled…

 

-         I know. How else was I having this conversation with you?

 

-         For one, you find me interesting.  Your eyes just betrayed you.

 

-         Meaning?

 

-         Like the book you’re in a quest for. You probably want to have –

 

-         You are brutally frank.

 

-         Your crimson cheeks amuses me.

 

-         The heat.

 

-         Yes. And it’s raining.

 

-         Do you sing?

 

-         On microphones, yes I do.

 

-         Do you act?

 

-         You do.

 

-         Hey.

 

-         I am now. I am pretending to be unaffected. Now continue with your fill of gibberish or else we’ll have this awkward silence.

 

-         Like last Tuesday.

 

-         Yes. I already ate.

 

-         I didn’t ask.

 

-         Oh.

 

-         Are you a transvestite?

 

-         Are you implementing that I’m gay?

 

-         You act and dress like one…

 

-         In extremes, I might do…but I believe I don’t. Are you homosexual?

 

-         Pretty much secure of my –

 

-         Homosexuality?

 

-         No.

 

-         You’re homo?

 

-         I got lost.

 

-         That was my intention.

 

-         But in some instances, I might be androminetophiliac.

 

-         Yes, and I am Webster.

 

-         I have an arousal for females cross-dressing in bed.

 

-         You, Tiger, you…

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sometimes, you just have to stimulate me intellectually, and i'd give in like a whore.

Currently listening to: James Blunt's Goodbye My Lover
Currently feeling: aroused

At night
I sneak past
The guards of my
Disintegrating pride
And flirt with
The only available
You, I am fortunate
Enough to find.
Your are an
Epitome that profound
Words are none but
Illusions and that
I could stun by
Using worthless
Adjectives.

 

At night
I celebrate my
Discoveries and I
Shut my
Eyes to eliminate
Desire that
Chokes my
Lungs breathless.
In the back of my mind,
I knew you are essential
…to feel away from
my iron ball
…to salvage myself
From incineration.

 

At night
We make love
And our offspring
Learned to read and write
Half the age of one.

 

At night,
I own your beautiful mind.

 

At night,
Sweat trickles
Down my temples.

 

This revolution
Sustains my fragmented
Phase.

 

Heave and ho!

 

Toil would love
The best of me
And I would love
To worship the
Nocturnes.

 

Cease playing.

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i am so messed up right now. it's like i went into Salvador Dali's paintings and i couldn't get out. the giant elephants are out to step on me...devour me...

mental note: when you read "devour," it's pronounced as DIVAWER. and not DIVOR.

another mental note: when you eat too much crabby patty, it will all go to your tighs, and then you explode. yep...everybody remembers their first crabby patty.

right this very moment, i am convincing my mom via email that i needed a therapist. in just a month, i've filled up my little notebooks (plus this blog) with worthless thoughts and still, there's something missing.

i couldn't get to the very core of my anxiety.

 
 

Currently listening to: Puscifer's The Undertaker
Currently reading: Estranged_Part's Blog
Currently watching: the elephants marching in
Currently feeling: surreal

wow...kanina nag-email ulit pinsan ko. sabi niya, tingnan ko daw yung blog niya.

edi tiningnan ko.

at yun, nakasulat:

JELYN - one of my heroes. she who believes that pelicans can mate with T-Rexes.

grabe...

ganito pala pakiramdam ng isang milyon.

"BOONDOGGLE"

An unnecessary or wasteful project.

 

~ used in a sentence:

"Wow Councilor...boondoggle!" 

Last night was the phenomenal end of my week-long insomnia. Thank you dear God, Gin was invented.

And so my stomach is currently doing its summersaults. Perfect ten, ladies and gentlemen...i must say. Dammit, i'll be throwing up any minute now.

Freedom is just a state of mind. You can be free even if you're incarcerated. 

Why pag-agos? 

Yes, it's the Up DharmaDown song.

Uh...nothing on that note. I just like the song and the video. Why does everything evolve around Emerald Ave. lately?

Why not try the back of the Manila Film Center? Tularan ang pelikulang BIG TIME.

I am guilty of watching Pinoy Big Brother Celebrity Edition and that is because of Budoy.

But during the course of my advocacy to sympathize with the many talented underground artists, i have noticed something which troubled me A LOT:

Alec Bovic is fond of cross-dressing.

That nymph.

Role playing and all...

Damn, somebody make me a man right now. QUICK!

POOF! 

~WTF! what's this?! *looks down*

Currently listening to: Children of Bodom's Next In Line
Currently feeling: revived

" The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time."

- - Mark Twain

~ a...kaya pala ang taas ng suicidal rate ngayon. ang dami na palang nakaramdam ng sense of fulfillment at nakakuha ng share ng self-actualization nila. now, i understand.

Currently feeling: amazed

FLOCCINAUCINIHILIPILIFICATION

~ The action or habit of judging something to be worthless.

used in a sentence:

"Tangna mo pala pare e, napaka-floccinaucinihilipilificating mo e!"

note: try using it. bago mo matapos yung pagbabanta mo, nabuntal ka na.

Currently listening to: Children of Bodom's In Your Face
Currently feeling: badasiwannabe

Ang daming ahas ang nagsisilabasan ngayon (figuratively and literally). Isa kaya itong signus na magugunaw na ang mundo? Kailangan na tayong magbagong buhay, itanggi ang sarili sa pagkakasala, at tumalikod! Ang lumingon, magiging bloke ng asin, o kaya sa kaso natin, MAY TAE SA PWET.

 

Ngayon ko lang din napansin na si Billy Corgan at Kristen Dunst ay may iisang mukha.

 

Mula sa pagkakataong ako ay nagising mula sa aking alcohol-influenced sleep, nanood lang ako ng mga DVDs ng concert ng mga paborito kong banda. Napagtanto ko ang mga sumusunod:

 

1. Kung naghahanap kayo ng ULTIMATE GLAM ROCK VIDEO, panoorin ang Angel ng Aerosmith. Grabe. Kaya ko ito paborito.
   
2. Si Marilyn Manson ay isang nakaka-aliw na tao/hayop/genetically modified organism.
   
3. Wag papanoorin ang video ng DUDE LOOKS LIKE A LADY sa harap ng iyong ina kung ayaw mong makarinig ng mga comment gaya ng: “Betlog ba niya yun?”
   
4. Ang mga paborito kong banda tulad ng Aerosmith at Smashing Pumpkins ay parehong lumabas sa THE SIMPSONS.
   
5. Naalala ko kung paano sineduce ni MRS. KRABAPPLE si Joey Kramer. Nakakagambala.
   

 

Anim na beses ko ng inuulit ang SEX TYPE THING ng Stone Temple Pilots sa CD…wow.

 

Pagbiglang nagsalita yung kapatid kong si Jara, kaboses pala niya si Azumi.

 

Currently listening to: Stone Temple Pilot's Sex Type Thing

A surge of early
Spring
Sprouting from my
Very scalp
And that certain
Sensation of warmth
When a pair of strong
Arms
Envelope your
Chilling spine…

 

I never said
I took a bath every
Single day
Nor I agreed to your
Joys of early midnight
“naps.”

 

Yet, hearth
Concludes our
Ties
And finalizes the
Knot with a
Knot.

 

Scaring you
Must be a part
Of the ride.

 

And my second thoughts
Would continue
Devouring
What is left
Of my little
Dignity.

 

Delinquency is my
Game
And I would adore
Your feet
Without the
Shoe.

 

It was your
Gray soul
That arouses
My wings
Tearing my skin…
Causing me to
Weep
A river of pearls
To sell half the
Price of a
Fortune.

 

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seeing ronie, jopjop, and the rest of my LM family revived bliss in my heart.

 

seeing the text message aroused fear and symphaty.

 

seeing him brought about doubts that karma is out there to get the best of me.

S

and SEEING MY NEW PROFESSOR had woken up my fetish with gays and bisexual.

Currently listening to: Suppuration's Machetazo

TITUBATION

A staggering or unsteadiness of walk or posture.

~ "Bakit niyo naman hinayaang mag-TITUBATION yang si Pedro sa kalye?"

- - ang bantot diba...parang iba yung tinutukoy...

Currently listening to: Psychopathologist's Resurgitate
Currently feeling: smart

back with the team cleared up my mind at least a bit. i no longer yearn for a shock therapy, nor beg for a firm discussion about my mental state.

i love my teammates though sometimes they can really fuck with my temper. like awhile ago, during class discussion, dom bluntly said i was exotic out loud after my recitation.

saw wye just before leaving school and tears welled at the corner of my eye. i missed her. she was the only one who's willing to listen to my crap ever since day one...if people would be as open minded as her, everything would work out well.

unfortunately for mankind, wye's kind is extinct. it was either they die sooner of stress from audible burnout or they get killed for knowing too much secrets.

and what was left are people like me whose eternal phrase is "Let's get it on!"

last night, in my dreams, i was Kurt Angle and i was eating someone. that someone was screaming for mercy and i just chewed away like i didn't hear anything.

funny how kurt angle and euclid of agape almost looks the same.

me and my associations... 

after what had happened awhile ago, i knew karma was really into me. i didn't go to class today. i'd rather stay home with him and heal my wounds.

unfortunately, fate is out to get me. and it got me hard. bruises on my face, my left hand, my whole back and my neck. it was a horrible picture.

in the end i guess i still won the game yet, nobody can really be happy without hurting anybody.

i feel sorry for her...

i feel sorry for him...

it was a cruel game fate had played with the four of us. she's alone now and i couldn't help but feel pain. 4 months ago i was in that state. i knew exactly how it felt.

he's fucked up, she said awhile ago. she no longer loved him. everything's messed up now that she knew i won.

but little did they know i was messed up too. i wanted so much to bring everything back to normal but here i am, thinking. why should everything evolve around logic?

I EMERGED AS THE VICTOR. but i'm involved with someone now. if i leave him now, i'll be destroying somebody again. if i don't, then i'll be committing my self-righteous suicide.

i am married to him after all.

but marriage is just a piece of paper.

it wasn't even a formal marriage.

but if i did allow him back,

maybe i'll be happier.

the only time i was happy

was when i was with him.

 

GRABE, ngayon ko lang nabasa...

PWEDE BA, KAPAG HINDI IKAW PINAG-UUSAPAN, WAG KA MAG REACT.

PUTANGINA MO!

HINDI NAKO PAPALOKO!

PUTANGINA MO 100x

 Aloof.

Detached from the course.

Shackled from the bones to

The iron ball.

An intellectual revolution.

One similar soul.

We.should.fly.

 

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The old world runs in a frenzy chase
While my foot no longer toils.
The effort of worthless amble, them amazed
While my toenails collect that of the soil.

 

Rummaging to ransom myself from you
I know it will choke a laugh
For a shadow is bound constantly sewn
That a change of phase never adapts.

 

Is today the day the laws shall be void
Or a morning of trivial wonder?
To resurrect a dead man direct from the grave
Just so you may satisfy a quench for murder.

 

Avast! Would you allow the mind to race
Or continue flirting with demoniac fate?
And cry the tears when your sorrows brood

And mouth the lessons destiny willingly states?