lesser doppamine

December 27th, 2006

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.

RETRO-SPECK

December 27th, 2006

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.

The Universal remedy

December 16th, 2006

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.

ACCIDENT PRONE by Boldstar

December 16th, 2006

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…