my own wittle woild

If only you had ice cream instead...

2009-10-18T05:27:00.000-07:00

Oww - hurt

Nick - cut

Ooze - blood

Mutter - discontent

Argh - anger

Thunk - fist/wall

Ouch - pain

Plink - blood/floor

Oh - surprise

Eep - fear

Ick - horror

Augh - despair

ako o ikaw?

2009-09-02T11:40:00.000-07:00

I have claimed the peon as my own. I make it do my bidding. I bend it to my will. I would be the perfect merciless master if not for the fact that I'm devoted, heart and souls, to the slave's bliss.

Kunat

2009-08-31T21:48:00.000-07:00

The old witch knew just how she was going to eat little Hansel. First she would start with his stubby little fingers, then his toes, then work her way to the meatier bits. She would drink his tears as they flowed when she got thristy. She would save the heart for last to savor it's tender lusciousness. It was no wonder how surprised she was when Hansel offered her his heart first. She disagreed and said she was saving that for last. Hansel shrugged and said "ikaw. para kang kumain ng goma niyan."

whoops.

2009-08-25T22:59:00.000-07:00

Astute was what anyone would say if asked to describe Trudie. Hers was the power of keen observation. It was a wonder how she could have been oblivious to falling into the state she is in now. Maybe because it was a gradual descent. Even if you ask her, she can't tell you.

On occassion

2009-07-26T21:46:00.000-07:00

Lou had, on occassion, set upon his skin a blade to cut himself. This was, on occassion, what he needed to keep the pain at bay. On occassion, he cut shallowly for little pains. On occassion, he cut too deeply that he needed stitches. He relished the physicality of the pain. He would wear the scars of pain proudly and could recount every story to every little scar. On occassion he would forget a story or two. Eventually, there were too many stories to remember. And so Lou stopped loving her.

On occassion, Lou would still cut himself. It wasn't crude markings of sharp objects on skin, though. You had to open him up and look into his chest to see the scars. How many of those scars, you may wonder, are yours?

(emo anpootah!)

If only...

2009-04-04T11:48:00.000-07:00

The lattice work of indefinites were working overtime. I was no longer as confident as I was when we were intorduced. I thought you made perfect sense. But you were listnening to me none the less. And I thought I was making perfect sense to you until you said "huh?" It was all downhill from there. Damn.

self-pity? (think of a better title please...)

2009-04-03T11:11:00.000-07:00

Had it been any clearer, it would have solved everything that was troubling young Mr. Bufford. Truly the coin was god. It was either one or the other. Heads or tails. Only when it came out heads did Mr. Bufford question god. "Why is god against me?" he thought.

Have I failed you?

2009-03-30T12:06:00.000-07:00

Is your step no longer as springy? Is the food no longer as spicy? Are your waking moments no longer as worth looking forward to? I guess it's because i failed you. I provided you with all that but yet somehow, i fell short. I'm sorry. And by the way, fuck you.

matters

2009-03-29T11:27:00.000-07:00

in the efficiency of individualism, it may be a wonder that the lack of existential know how is absent. It may be that i am the absolute you that you ever wanted to be. it's just that i don't live my life quite the way you pictured your life as. that's actually your problem then... or is it mine... the me that i am you is... you? or is it it's not you it's me?

Exist

2009-03-27T11:30:00.000-07:00

With you being you, that makes me being me a problem. I live only to fulfill you, But you are irrevocably hasty. You do not see the me that I put into being the me for you. This wouldn't actually be a problem if I didn't think you were important.

mustering

2009-03-25T11:35:00.000-07:00

why was Gilbert forever in wariness? The space betweem his eybrows was regerded forever in cheap commentary and wild discussion. the wrongness thou'art perceive is but s reckoning of ideas. I am just like you are.And if you start to see the me i refer to, it is too late for you,

just drunken bloggins...

2009-03-23T10:13:00.000-07:00

Benny got the best of it. He was forever the person who got the most stars. He laughed at everyone, reveling in the ease of his popularity. He was envied by his peers so much that he never knew what aspect of him was there to be envious about. When he found out, self-conciousness came into effect. That was when he started destroying himself.

drunken bloggins 014

2009-03-17T11:12:00.000-07:00

a little too late, was Ezekiel. For someone who had way too many "E"s in his name, he was never early.

drunken bloggins 013

2009-03-16T12:27:00.000-07:00

A fine time it was to be uppity. Baxter thought so. Theo thought so as well. "I say 'nay!'" said Baxter. "I say 'nay!' to your nay!" said Theo. "So you're FOR the legalization of clandestine cartwheeling couples?" asked Baxter. "No," said Theo. "I was just being uppity."

drunken bloggins 012

2009-03-14T10:44:00.000-07:00

Desmond was forever the pinnacle of sovereignty. He was his man, he was. This was before he met himself, though. After which he was jsut another slave to himself. Ahhh Desmond. You would have been great. You just shouldn't have listened to what you was telling you.

drunken bloggins 011 i think...

2009-03-13T19:06:00.000-07:00

enough of your frivolity. I care no longer for your aspirations. Finally, your domination is but an option in the many things I consider. I just don't know what to do now that Idon't have to follow you anymore...

drunken bloggins 010...

2009-03-11T12:06:00.000-07:00

Matthew remebered himself just in time. He always did. We are all envious of Matthew. He never went overboard...

drunken bloggins 010

2009-03-11T11:58:00.000-07:00

drunken bloggins 009 hopefully(not really)

2009-03-10T11:08:00.000-07:00

Nestor never did negotiate his negligence, it was foreverer a summary of cringing in himself. They question what was why And they had to see him as arbitrarry when he was the most viable.The answer was there was.

drunken bloggins 009

2009-03-08T11:21:00.000-07:00

Astounding Alex entered the tent with thoughts of immesurable self-importance. He was, after all, astounding. He made himself believe what everybody said was the truth. If there were a consensus on how astounding Alex was, it would have been to his favor. But, it being a strict consensus and as how consensi go, the truth was not. Alex was just a little bit insecure, you see. And so, he entered the tent with just a little bit of self-doubt. That made the difference.

drunken bloggins 008

2009-03-06T09:22:00.000-08:00

Originally, Kendrick was predisposed towards anachronism. Then he discovered that criticism and complete lack of affection heralded accomodation in droves. The phrase " that shit is wack" figured frequently in every conversation he had since then.

drunken bloggins 007

2009-03-03T08:44:00.000-08:00

The problem with subtle diversion is that once you get someone in on it, it is no longer. Like when i say your life is gonna be better and that all that you dream will come to pass, you do not notice the fact that I am the subtle diversion telling you such things. I am here to reassure you and not speak the truth. I'm letting you in on it. Only if you think that life was being too subtle.

drunken bloggins 006

2009-03-01T09:23:00.000-08:00

Mundane as it may be, Mikhail thought it was atavistic. Hence his predispositon to his grandfather's truth. It no longer mattered,though, what his grandfather thought. As truth be told by beings of logical being, their species was wrong from the beginning.Hence, origjnal sin.

drunken bloggins 005

2009-02-28T09:16:00.000-08:00

As luck would have it, Everette scored high in hope. Much to his disappointment, tests and scores were not really the basis with which reality gauged itself. It was strictly a damn if you do and damn if you don't kind of arrangement.

Drunken bloggins 004?

2009-02-27T09:44:00.000-08:00

What an eternity Libby saw. All those little lines weaving and crossing other lines might have just as well been neverending echoes of dissonance that was her understanding of the world. If she could have just figured out that it was all meant for her, it would have been grand. But, as with us all, her life was put together in such a way that surprise was the best reward. It wasn't always good but at least it was exciting.