February 2012
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alchemy
not one or two could stop the time when time is stopped already and when bell’s illusions break a chime were signaled start or signaled end but it is neither and is both if one could see beyond the dream for what it takes to stop a throat a whisper or a mighty scream well no one knows and most that care are scholars of the night who try to spread the word of truth somewhere and bind them all...
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Exit Script, Act IV Scene V.
A cigarette grows in full-bloom in vectors glazed with grey. The air in the smoke-filled room begs the eyes to look away. I cannot see anything, I cannot perceive what lies in front of me. I collected my thoughts on a champagne glass, and swilled them, willed them to break. To crack and reveal more truths, to reproduce in the sexual ascension of the repercussions of mingling. They never love but...
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Entry Level.
Never blink, for you might miss A clarinet-note in the wind, A pertinent rose that will kindle The taste and the feel of your bliss.
Never shut your fears, my dear, The time is never running near The brim, it almost always is Never enough.
Never dismiss The folds of the curtain, the bend in the light of the moon; It has meaning In the tides they bring,
I care about trivial things. For values...
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Redheads, a Short Story.
So there was Dren, lying flat on a coffin-like box, side by side with Hiller.
“I miss my family,” Dren whispered in the thin air, not really wanting to have a conversation. He savored the feeling of breathing his thoughts into space, or whatever’s left of it.
“There’s only two of us left,” Hiller whispered back.
“I know,” and it’s...
December 2011
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Batto-Man.
Batto-man, Batto-man. Does whatever A batto can. Flies around Darkest nights He don’t need Fucking lights…
Look out! Here comes the Batto-man!
Batto-man, Batto man. Does whatever A batto can. Batto here, Batto there, Batto in Everywhere…
Hey, there, There goes the Batto-man.
[*to the tune of Ispaido-Manno]
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Dharma.
The scant remains of blood On an ashtray by the turnpike warns Of trailing crests of June: That bride wants some.
The holding fluff of heathen stir Had tried to claw the meager silt Through what defines a tragic build Of heightening-less suspense. I must search for you, I must. The gravity of things had changed us, thus, I Must search for this, I must Have the tryst in vain aside.
There is...
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Downtempo.
I’ve been listening to Radiohead for hours now, and I’m in a completely elated mood.
I’m still nursing a hangover, and as I’ve nothing better to do, I decided to listen to one of the greatest albums ever made: Radiohead’s “OK Computer.” I found out about the album just months ago when I was browsing through several music websites (including...
breakdown
…to leave me i have never wanted you to love me as much i have never wanted anything but the sweet color of sin and through my kneeling you always told me carpe diem and i did and i did i even tried to jump and i even tried to fly and i even tried to steal the sunlight from the sun and make it mine but i always fail i always fail and you were there like some cliched romantic comedy that...
also, this “blog” is dead
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Flesh / Is / Selfish.
Draft my trinkets on a napkin
Bleeding more paper on a travesty out of
Necessity. Instance on
The fly; I still croon in the absence of your
Throat, though not with much
Lines as before because I want you to
Miss it.
It never works,
It shall not work for the
Draining reciprocities of
Invented phrases and words.
I had never failed
To mention I
In my lines I have
Never failed to...
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Lemon Cart in Dripping Mauve.
Grating, Saying You cannot be too much Of drum if you can’t be Beaten to a pulp by a stick held By a slave in her high heels and Million-dollar shirt. I wouldn’t even mind if You were tripping all allong the Dated page but no, you were On nothing more than like A glorified calendar to reckon Seconds. I am not at ease; I need Finality and a noose to Kill something not me and live With...
November 2011
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11.41
Nothing has tasted as sweet as The ocean of your joy; It is the song of an otherwise bleak morning.
It stays by the embrace of my soul, As if it misses the very warmth of my flesh, Which at times felt flattering, at the very least, And more than redeeming at most.
Each time a whisper or a sigh under your divine lips finds my ear, Darling, please know that I find nothing more in life to be more...
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Fessa.
My dreams, I see, had truce with pleasing trace With a complex clove; a trust that none must have but she. I held my hand in treason ‘gainst my heart, And never again shall the fact bother me. I had threefold the malice of any other man, And none but the innocence of a young boy at seven, But now, I can never go to heaven. Lord knows I can never go to heaven.
Leave me now, my malady has...
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Passive-Agressive Notes on the Internet Martial...
F*** this s*** F***ing f*** f***ing g***amned h*** Who the f*** do you guys think you f***** are? It’s as if you’re ******* this whole thing and ******* it to the f***ing ground! Oh, I know where this leads. First, you’ll innocently ****** out some of the **** images that may… And then eventually you’re gonna **** **** up and then **** the **** out of Small-time...
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Cellular Automata.
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September 2011
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Halfe-Screwede.
You were beautifully depressing, And not one bit pleasing To my senses; there were many of The type before but you were Different, like flowers on a murder scene, Or a bubble in a dream— where it would make it feel real And I love how beautifully depressing you are And should you become The death of me, I’ll Gladly give up Fairness.
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So it begins, with beginning. And with beginnings came progressions, with progressions came growth. With growth comes the spread, the possession, the power. One can always stand in the middle of something and seek the beginning, where the power and progression begins, and one can almost always find what he seeks: where he stands.
There, in a scene not a second past or later does the beginning...
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Cafe Lily Damned.
Bliss Smells a hint of Danish upon your Lips, With haste exhaling a breath of Cold And numbness that tricks the taste into Aroma.
Drip, With new-found exits your circulation Trips Into colors they’re familiar with; Red Carpet entrance.
Tiles Half-plotting anatomy with Smiles, While later on with pastry we Talk, Wond’ring what happened inside the Chalk.
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August 2011
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Seamen.
Empty and silent, the hallways ahoy! We come ashore through the empty, the vague, We approach. As stable as cradles we will ever rock The sea, the sea, we’ll conquer the sea. Come in peace, no arrest will manifest ‘til you wait For seamen, seamen, Seamen everywhere.
On the floor there was more than thin air There were mist, Or gas, my steam, That ever gleams; atmosphere. With the slot...
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GRABE.
GRABE MAG-REACT ANG PILIPINO SA NAG-EXHIBIT NG ARTWORK DUN SA CCP.
HEHE.
BAKIT HINDI GANUN KATINDI ANG RAGE TUWING MAGLALABAS SI LADY GAGA NG BAGONG MUSIC VIDEO? O KAYA KUNG MAY OBVIOUS NA EBIDENSYANG NAGPAPATUNAY NA CORRUPT ANG ISANG OPISYAL NG GOBYERNO? O KAYA’Y KUNG MAY MGA ARTISTANG INIIDOLO NA NAG-AASAL BABOY IMBIS NA MAGING MODELO AT MAG-ASAL TAO? BAKIT BINABALEWALA? KASI...
July 2011
29 posts
Anonymous asked: Pretty sure you've always wanted to see me naked.. Well.. I'm feeling pretty adventurous today so go to datelink6(dot)com (switch [dot] with .) then sign up and find my profile under the username 'lolsummer69'. I hid my face in the pictures. but I want you to guess who I am and then hit me up on Facebook lol. Good luck.
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“When the pawn hits the conflicts he thinks like a king,
What he knows throws...”
– Fiona Apple
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