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We stood awake til midnight to steal that kiss. I'd wish for nothing else but to be here forever. The time we shared was an illusion. We both believe what we had was longer that what's counted. For one, the stars are there to remind us of the light it emitted about a hundred years ago.
We locked each other tightly exchanging whispers even the walls won't hear. I fear the invisible ears around that might take her away from me. Truth is, I fear everything that's unknown, which could be deceitfully unfolded to reveal too many forms. And what lies ahead of us are a thousand and one possibilities of a future to hold. When I was a child I'd observe the dripping water on the glass windows. It decides not where to end but down whatever path-marks it left for me to trace. I never wanna be driven helplessly to see her be washed away like that.
Last night I promised I'm gonna do everything in my power to keep her. This is the best waking life I've had and I intend to live it beyond time's blessing.
Aside from the melodrama/tragedy inside my head, we spent the day together as bums, ate strawberry ice cream and maki, chased the house mouse and laughed at how silly we were til we ran out of breath, watched a movie and snuggled til there's no words left but I love you.

temple +

I have a lot to say yet I have no words. My mind is a world of monsters and I fight only to find they can never be phased out entirely. Sometimes I get lost while marveling at these strange ideas but I'd rather not be found than be always conscious in a world composed of complex beings. As I always say, it's just my luck that brains were made with no tongues. At least, the mad scientists haven't figured one to attach there yet. If so, I'm a dead man. I articulate the tiniest speck of imperfection I notice. I am mean without mercy. I am housing within this skull a war-lust muscle. But if there's anybody else that should beware of this, it's me. I am the target of most of my criticisms. Like a constant gunfire to my temple, It's killing me.

Missed Friday the 13th

I slumbered for a long time. After what seemed like eons of dormancy, I awake to find out it's October... Too much rest slacked my right brain. I have the same playlist in my mp3 for 2 months. I finished an entire season and a half of House M.D., breezed through Desperate Housewives, peeked on L-Word and replayed all seasons of Sex and the City. I begin to think I'm growing more and more of a moron each day... living somebody else's life from an idiot box. I guess it takes twice to fully appreciate Carrie's wardrobe... and her shoe collection.
I spinned 360 degrees to see if there's still room for mind expansion... instead I saw the pile of books that I'm supposedly lined-up to read last summer. But as I said, the sky was like an invisible sheet over my head until now.
The unfixed bed and the cold unsipped coffee made me feel guilty...
I looked at the walls and just as I figured, no eyes pinned on them. Whew!


Glass, Candle, Grenades
30th of October @ Penguin, Malate.
I heard they require Holloweenish attire. To translate: black. haha! Heck?

also,
Prominence of Cathedral
(support Czandro Pollack on keyboards!)
31st of October @ Absinthe Bar, Greenbelt