lesser doppamine
To the avid readers of my blog (i mean the furtives and the legals,hehe):
I’m sorry I dont have any funny anecdotes to write here. Been waiting for something hilarious to happen and laugh about but surprisingly, it’s nada. Nil. Zilch. Zero. Maybe my own body system ran out of laughing gas and decided to level down the doppamine spurts in my nerves because my mouth’s getting wider each day. Ask my mirror.
I’m sorry I’m such a drama queen lately. No derma challenge and blind items to relate here because, ladies and gentleman, I’ve been shopping for tear-jerker bargains and emotional affairs. Allow me to showcase my poetry and artistic jags. I swear I’ll be stand-up comedy material soon. As long as MAGKAKURYENTE NA SA LEGAZPI TA DIPUTA YAON SA HARD DRIVE KAN PC KO SA HARONG MGA SINURAT KONG KABUAHAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! DIPUTANG BROWN OUT INI!!!!!!!!!!! FUCK U ALECO. DAI AKO NAKAKASURAT MARAY NA BLOG DAHIL SAIMO HAYUP KA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BURAYNINA MO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Thank you.
Uncategorized | Comments (3)RETRO-SPECK
I want acid.
Feel a breathless manic joy
and be psychedelic.
Morph this electro-manipulated
drama to the subliminal
reservoir of my scams for a while.
And go out to frolic,
to cavort on my tangerine dreams…
Sigh and dance
on his balding neon hills
with majestic waves of cartoonic hearts
and frills
and vintage spirals.
Catch the gassy hued clouds
with my sunkissed fingers
and go offer myself
to an endless swirl
to wash away this grim notch
of my captured euphoria.
Uncategorized | Comment (0)The Universal remedy
I have no pride or any sort of prize on my head and nor am I adamant for the sake of being such. Obstinacy can cripple me, it will be my death and fuck those who trespass my humbled solace!!!!!!!
I am not bitter anymore, mind you. In fact, it got all seeped down in my subliminal shit. And there it may either rot or God forbid, foster itself into a well-reared foibles that may inhabit the rebellious streak of my hideous ego (thank you Freud and all the Psychoanalytic freaks for the guidance). And therefore maim my high bred consciouness to little mutilated fragments of poor Djai……
So you may congratulate yourself for shedding me even a speck of doom and for hurling my fat ass back to realization that people like you INDEED exists. I thought I’d forever gone sabbatical in the ouch-ouch affair.
Panacea? Try Tom Wolfe, it may cure the e-i syndrome. Avoid the sellout lynch.
Boohoo.
Uncategorized | Comment (0)ACCIDENT PRONE by Boldstar
wasted wasted on the floor
wasted, wasted like before
when will i find you? when will i catch you?
when will I find you on the floor?
pasted, pasted on the wall
pasted, pasted in the fall
one day i’ll find you, one day i’ll catch you
one day i’ll find you in the fall
as i sink
on the pink away
i won’t be too far this way
i must be prone, can’t you see?
accidents happen to me
faced it, face to face
faced it, faced it with such grace…
i’ll never find you
i’ll never catch you
i’ll never find you face to face
as i think
on the brink away
i won’t be with you today
you’ll never find me
you’ll never catch me
you’ll never find me accident prone…
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