kailangan sirain ang buhay ngayong linggo kasi pagktapos nito ay wala ng magiisip para sa iyo
siguro pasalamat nalang ako sa lm na nadelay yung proseso ng mga apat na taon. pero ngayon hindi na pwedeng excuse ang childhood o ang droga o ang kaibigan o ang hindi pagkasanay sa pagbabago kasi bente dos ka na gaga at kailangan mo na magsarili at sa pagsasarili ay maging komportable sa panahong ikaw na ang nagbubukas ng landas na pwede mo tahakin. hindi na ako masyado kinikilig sa proseso ng pagkakalas, siguro sa aspeto lang na pwede ko na uli hamakin ang sarili ko sa mga bagay na para sa akin ay pumupuno ng kahit papaano sa aking kaluluwa.
maybe before things get a little bit out of control, i'll have to promise myself that i will not worry my mom to the point that it'll bring her to tears. just enough self-bitching to regain that angsty momentum that's waiting to escape from my pants.
and with that debacle that's attached to regaining one's momentum is the fact that i will have to make amends for people whose lives i messed up, caught up, unawares. time to make coffee breaks equated with pachuca sunrises that morning mist of the self.
just pressing away pressing towards a whole lot of uncertainty just pressing away to release some of them negative energy i was light headed but i must admit character comes from the heavy crown put on your head, ballasted you to the ground. but i miss the carousings that claim that you can and you will somehow shower yourself with a little mindful of glitter, something that you hastily shoved up your ass
that something you can't quite put a finger on but you are steadily trying to remember, trying to put your life on the play button only it's your dvd now baby
if i could claim myself again, this'll be the second time that i have tried to reach for nirvana.
i shoved the first one down the happy neurotic toilet i shoved it down with a bit of conviction, but with more of the yearning for the normalcy
and with the second one i will have to embrace that do-do found in my own corner of the brain, i don't care if i don't paraphrase postmodernism very well, if i don't succumb to the girl in everyone's head, if i don't give shit about chores.
It's nearing 1 pm, and the truth is, i'm about to age a minute older. But that doesn't stop me from clawing my shriveled fingers to what's left of the interesting amusing in me. Earn for your linguistic pretentious dreams you fucking polyglot shove it up your international asses i never wanted to be at par with anything that you had to offer
Allusion is for the faint-hearted; this is for all of you who hope for butterflies for bunnies for cute dogs dandruff was never cute your small ankles were never cute your bulging bulges of bags in areas they are not supposed to be were never cute
Is this wine or is this whine? She don't drink wine, yeah? Well fuck it and get drunk on something that's worth your while believe me this is just an exercise for my fingertips wait til you get to my tongue
So you pout and your snout and snog is what i make out of everything; your snog interestingly causes alarm and does perhaps send an alarm to those whose existence are similarly like yours go watch a movie friends something that will shatter your increasingly faint faint light
At
the
end
of all
this
hey
look it's that
caucasian sonova
bitch
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