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:: Sunday, November 24, 2002 ::
"oooooh jeeeeez.....wuz dat i thought a ringin?
smell somfink funny...ohooo don't tell the cigarette she just lit..hehe! "
:: Unknown 10:29 PM [+] ::
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QuoTe & QuoTe
" Ang hindi marunong lumingon sa pinanggalingan...
ay maaring di makabalik...pagkat siya'y mawawala...dahil sa sakit ng leeg..."
:: Unknown 10:09 PM [+] ::
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MasteR BLenD
What is a hundred pipers compared to a master's blend?
I swear ye start swingin' 'afore ye reach the next bend
Heads floppin'... staring at all the little misses
I bet ye know nuthin' o' what this is
It'd chew yer gutts off
Aye...'tis true...
Make ye all puffy
An' seem bluer than blue
Give me another round o' those littlest glasses
One more an' I'll pop clean out o' me breaches...
Truest of all me drunken friend...
Keep an ol' man 'appy this master blend
:: Unknown 10:05 PM [+] ::
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JANE DOE
She doned on her petticoat white as the cotton it was. With garlands on her head & a white silk top... she was quite a sight. If only her eyes didn't give them away. Staring through those peepholes made you feel like staring at planet mars' 99...blank...faraway...as she fumbled absentmindedly with her moussy hair. She still held that void look. I t was a vaccuum wherein nothing else dared live in. It almost made me shiver. She lit a Capri cigarette. Slim & white against her even paler fingers. Gazing adorably at the tiny pigeons feeding greedily at her feet. Why, they were the only true friends she had... aside from the vultures that slowly prayed on her. Tonight... she would come to them again. Just on more shot...just one more for the road and she'll be fine. Getting lost in the whirlpool of morphine was absolutely heaven. Chuckling softly as she wondered about this herself. Then tomorrow she'd meet Ben. Oh, her loving, patient Ben. He was kind & passionate. But one day he'd walked out on her and she knew why. It was the damn vultures again...circling on her & she couldn't move...wouldn't let her. She was scared.She wondered if she could live without them now that she got a bit used to them already.Then she'd come after him begging for another chance. For the 7th timei n 3 months...she thought this scene quite familiar already.
8:01pm. I thought she looked pretty. With that long arrogant nose & just the right shade of sheer pink on her pouty lips. She slipped into a tight navy blue dress ruffled demurely just below the knees. She was happy & she knew she'd be more than that.And into the night... she set off.
..."Ben!"... oh, no! what time is it?... whatever happened?...oh...that one. Yes I remember. Though she didn't really. A few hours earlier she was sticking needles behind her ears concealing puncture marks Ben would immidiately notice. Then she dropped as though she were dead. Mouth gaping & dry. Her eyes unblinking staring at the filthy ceiling in the basement of some godforsaken apartment...wallowing on the images only she could see in her wonderful state of bliss. Aye... she was very happy.She didnot notice the cockroaches scuttling about her as one inched up her so pale a thigh. The contrast of it so intense against her deathly white flesh. Nor did she notice the vermin-ridden rag she so sickly laid upon. None of those could she remember...& it was better it stayed that way.
....Room 141. Sun draped the inside of her small plain room. No visitors. Except for Ben who stood by the glass wall.. She was awake. Atleast this was real in her bleakest thoughts. Her shrivelled form lay in critical condition. Her kidneys pouring acids in her body...blocking whatever functional organs that now betrayed her.
8:02 pm. Her room already empty. She died alone & none knew of this. Nobody knew her. She died alone and it was a painful death...not even knowing her own self...not ever knowing who she was. Even Ben knew not of her. Why, he was just a part of the make-believe world she'd so dangerously crafted around her... only to find it crumbled in pieces she could never rebuild.
:: Unknown 3:57 AM [+] ::
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:: Thursday, November 21, 2002 ::
LooFah
Scratch...Scratch...Scratch
Burn...sting...burn
Red & raw...
Burn...sting...burn
Scratch...scratch...scratch
Bubbles & scent
Flowers & mint...
Waterfalls ahead
Wash bubbles & scent...flowers & mint
Burn..sting...burn
Red & raw...
Blistering skin...
Cure it with gin...
:: Unknown 3:21 AM [+] ::
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:: Wednesday, November 20, 2002 ::
aLecTo
" Neither you noR I know when it OccuRs...
Sleep well intO InfernaL Abyss..."
:: Unknown 3:07 AM [+] ::
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