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14:44 | slave
i know you are waiting for this post. no matter how i reason that i cannot be compelled to write, as words, like any form of beauty, has its own life--and its own madness, you still persist. you are my madness. thus you are that spring from which my words flow. in the end, your reasoning prevails. i like how you reason with me, however twisted your train of thought may be.
yes, you own me. there is not one night that you let me sleep without you reminding me that you own me. yes, you own me. and not just every night that you asked me if i am yours, but ever since that day that the you and the i became one.
you are my vampire. come take me.
i will wait.
17:15 | time-space warp
[desu noto/amikus brief: last week was hell. i hope that your prayers will help me level-up to purgatory this week. please pray for me. forgive me for all my sins.]
posers
27.01.07 so this is an artists' circle and we are a little community of artists and wannabes of x-dimensional media and of performances like sunsets and jugglers and posers trying to look at the big picture of the reality that you and i chose which we know we can never ever encapsulate in a song, in a poem, in a canvass or in a dance. never. we will forever be posers. of beauty. of art. hurray to life!
of milos and udons
02.07.07 when everything else seems to crumble, your smile makes everything fall back into its proper place in the grand design of nature. who says images of warm choco and spicy noodles will not–-cannot-–straighten things out? someday, i would like to share my whopper with you. i love you.
yellow brick road
03.01.07 the moon is exceptionally bright tonight like a pale face of chin chan soo (did i spell it right?) smothered with powder from the paper used to wrap that sticky food from rizal and laguna (what is that called?) where rizal used to play hide and seek and crash and burn like the song that i used to play on my big bro's cassette player when mp3 and mp4 players were unimaginable like i meeting you in a place called fairyland where all dreams come true and where far far away is not a kingdom or fairy godmother is not the real mother of prince charming but where you and i are one.
the end.
09:57 | vampires
a familiar sensation crept over me as i stepped in on the last train to the North station. i felt the presence of someone looking at me, and a quick scan of office-harrassed passengers as i snake my way through harried bodies identified the culprit. i guessed right, someone my kind was looking at me. i quickly retreated to the far end of the coach trying to get some human cover between me and the assailant. he would not dare assault me with his dark penetrating stare with warm bodies between us.
however, my human barrier thinned with every station the train passed that left me and the perpetrator more visible to each other. his daunting expressionless face drove me mad. didn't anyone tell him that it's rude to stare? had not there been probable eyewitnesses i would have plucked his eyes out with four fingers of my right hand, and burned it in satan's name. i smelled blood, sweet blood.
...
at last, the North station. i was first to break contact as a smirk slowly became evident on my face. the perpetrator was beautiful, but the night was more beautiful to be wasted on beauty. we demigods surrender only to the more beautiful.
