simon b

...sugat ng puso

alaala ng kahapon....

ang pag-ibig kong tunay di mo na masisilayan

itatago ko ito sa likod ng buwan

sa yong mahimbing na pagtulog sa hatinggabi

kasama ito sa liwanag ng buwan...

dadampi sa yong pisngi

1oo days of solitude

and

100 days of wanton abandon

did nothing to rid you from my heart

me?

i didnt know you had low standards in men

fascinating turn of events

the queen

spit the vile

lit up the vitriol cannon

the thief

armored with guile

and replied with his gammon

it was fun but the magic is gone

goodbye

six hours drive to...

heavenly water and heavenly bodies for three days

six hours drive back...

to hell of delayed work and furious clients

wonderful life

you are my pain and doom

yet...

my heart reserves a room

for you

and so the weeping brush caresses the silent canvass

spreading a tormented palette...

how could a beautiful face torment a heart

how could a voice make a man die in anguish

mr. president,

nagyabang si puno na hindi mo siya basta-basta mapapakawalan dahil malalim ang pinagsamahan ninyo noon pa.

nasa kanya ang trade mark ng isang government official na mapagsamantala at pag nabuking sa kapalpakan ay gagawin kang pananggalang.

at gusto pang ibaon si robredo para tanggalin mo!

and he was proven right dahil di mo siya tinanggal.

ok lang kung personal bodyguard mo siya, tagasalo ng bala.

kaso swelduhan siya sa dilg.

maliliit na bagay na pag naipon ay nakakasama.

parang maliliit na candy wrapper sa imburnal. pag dumami magbabara.

meditating on the folly of the holy...

found alibi to stay in bed all day...

how beautiful it is to do nothing, and then rest afterward

spanish proverb

o sad scholarly steph

whom johnny had just left

tell us how to do calculus

sonic rants and deathly quips

acid hunk with hairy chicks

i was looking north side actually

the debating team never invited me because im happiest listening

and tequila poisons me so i avoid it

so beer it is with anything or nothing

flummoxing mystery no. 5

she wears a halo and wings

but she pierces my heart like nothing

she delights in her crown and throne

i think i'll leave her alone

hangover and tea

tall and fairy tales

morning gloom

and imagined love affairs

in the garden of mystery

i sip my tea

dipping stale biscuit

with gloom and misery

melting mercury

lead for breakfast

poison flavored yogurt

lost in my kurt vonnegut

"...women wants to be treated like a princess or a queen."

they do?

maybe...just a day or two

but there is a way

for this to come true

marry a king

and live in a castle

where minstrels sing

you'll live happily ever after

but you do look like a budget meal

yes, run, larry...

on the other hand.. feels good to be 'loved', right?

wouldnt it be great if she gives you the royal treatment without the emotional baggage...a horny, taken man's wet dream

she just dropped the "L" bomb

 

f*ck it

 

she's dead

 

as am i

thats it

no ifs and buts...

scram larry...now

better lays are ahead