Sunday, November 3, 2013. All I want to do. Is get drunk with my wife. An endless glass of wine. Both of us on the floor. Look down on us? Are their miserable lives. When my wife is in the city. No book has ever kissed me. Saturday, October 1, 2011. The Slithergadee has crawled out of the sea.

Kupas na tela lamang ang dumampi sa kanyang balat. isang taong paghihintay at ito lang ang daratnan pag-uwi mula sa trabahong hindi niya kinaaliwan. Sinikil ng iyong labi ang aking pagnanasa. habambuhay kong gugugulin ang mga gabing sinasambulat ang aking lihim sa salamin, naghihintay na mabasag o basagin, kung anuman ang ikasasaya natin.

And stirred a tornado in her senses. Voices in her head told her. And not worth the trouble of being wrong. But when did she ever listen to them? He smiled like an angel. A sanctuary and a cage. And she would yield to him. She actually thought about it. All he had to do was ask,. And she would make him. No, not ask,. How often does it happen? The government al.

Pointless poetry and some other stuff. What has changed since my last post? A lot of things, really. If you define two years in a single blog post, it would shift to so many conversations that I feel would not give justice to the events. What have I done in the past two years? Darwin has it all figured out, life. I wish I knew how things evolved. I could probably have adapted to be less dramatic.

May dapithapong nangingiming pumanaog sa dilim. Dahil walang lambing ang umagang lumisan. Walang init na mahanap ang gabi. Kumot sa bangungot na tangan. May alinlangan ang bukang liwayway sa pagmulat. Dahil nilimot ng bahaghari ang araw. Walang kulay na tanawin ang bituin. Sa mundong lalawigan ng panambitan. Ngunit huwag kang matakot sa banaag. Laging may sinag na pangako ang langit. Laging kalasag ng liwanag ang buwan. Sa bintana, sa pintuan.