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Why, simpleton, do you mix your verses with mine? What have you to do, foolish man, with writings that convict you of theft? Why do you attempt to associate foxes with lions, and make owls pass for eagles? Though you had one of Ladas's legs, you would not be able, blockhead, to run with the other leg of wood.

Marcus Valerius Martial

oh come on dude! just smoke your words away and fucking grow up.

there is a big difference between not having anyone to be by your side when you need someone to talk to or not having anyone to actually talk to. mingling is not my cup of tea. but how i fucking wish that friends just fall down from the sky and grow from the ground and i can pick them up when i need them. i'm a selfish misunderstood creep who wanted someone to be here with me but distances himself from the society. how more conceited can i get? i'm a no good egoistic stuck up. that's a fact.

and i have no idea of what the fuck am i actually saying.

my boss applauded my proposal speech. told him he should give me a promotion already. he laughed and i was serious. he said he'll think about it. fucking luck.

its fucking hard to do a public presentation in front of foreign clients and why the fuck am i the one doing this in the first place? i'm a trainer not a speaker. damn.

damn all the frenzy outside right now. i want to buy some beer but fuck yeah, i'll just drown in nestea.

why are these people so fucking amazing?

neutraluniverse, dasb0ardlight, wordclutter, thepoeticstreetclub, 365thpage, verbosecity, pathofthesky, airoue, suckrifeyes, aquarantine and theskulkingpen

damn all these annoying drivers during traffic! like seriously? will your annoying honking make the traffic go any faster? fuck you dude. your honking is pretty annoying. not cool man, not cool.

Everyone's being profound like shit.

culpablestrings-deactivated2012

the quill — feathers of the phoenix burning and blazing from the ashes it soared high above in the sky trailing sparks of words and fiery letters spelling his name “master” he looked, and laughed. the quill —

master! I yelled from here. I saw the quill, the phoenix flying and writing the stories of the constellations in prose the moon gloried the poetry — beams of bliss touched softly my skin.

the quill stopped. came by me and asked — what are we doing? I stared at the quill. I was surprised. All this time, I stared at nothing.

—

Doug’s in italics, mine is in regular form.

underminingqualms-blog

a product of boredom

I'll be less intimidating now. I'm taking Rue's advice. I'd be a FUCKING LOT MORE friendlier starting tonight. Let's talk kiddos.

I think its my turn now to post some chat shits..

Rue: I feel horrible.

Doug: You personify the adjective physically too.

Rue: Hay nako. Aren't you just the sweetest? Tang-ina.

Doug: I am kiddo, I am. Puta.

#culpablestrings

I don't enjoy talking to a lot of people or even be with a lot of people for that matter. Only a few dared to break my silence. And only a few of them, whom I call friends.

It is the function of art to renew our perception. What we are familiar with we cease to see. The writer shakes up the familiar scene, and, as if by magic, we see a new meaning in it.

Anais Nin

POVs on Love (Long post)

Doug: I don't really get you kids nowadays. You rush on love.

Me: Well, as for me, it feels great to be deeply loved by someone else.

Doug: But its not a necessity!

Me: But its a need to be able to feel that you are loved and cared for in some way other than the family and friendship type. Its human nature Doug. Alam mo yan.

Doug: But that doesn't mean you have to rush everything. That's why you kids don't find love. You keep on searching for it. You have to wait for the right time.

Me: Who said anything about rushing?

Doug: Some kids. They whine on and on about not being able to meet their "soulmate" or "Mr. Right" yet. Its just pathetic.

Me: How?

Doug: Well it doesn't exist! When you find someone to love, there has to be no question if he or she is your soulmate or your Mr. or Ms. Right. You have to think of him or her as one! You don't check some boxes off some "quality list". That's just real immature. When you love, that's it. You just love. Its not a screening or an audition or whatever the fuck is the same as that.

Me: True. It will lose its essence.

Doug: And meaning. Love doesn't recognize any face, height, weight or characteristic. Whatever fuck that made your heart skip a beat, well, that's it. No more quality checks or whatsoever.

Me: You seemed to be agitated. I thought I was the only one with a problem here.

Doug: Its just... baffling. I have no question for young love. Yes, its accepted, love knows no age and time, but whining on and on about it like a little bitch? That's where I draw the line. Love is not a societal requirement, its an emotion. I also don't get teenagers who think they do not fit in the society just because they're single. I mean, what the fuck? Whoever put relationship status in the societal norms must be a bitch. Oh wait. No one did! They just think of themselves that way. Pathetic. Its just.. too weird to see.

Me: Look at you, talking about love. If I knew better you were....

Doug: Shut up.

Its good to know that the tension ceased already. And it fucking looks like I'll be posting personal stuffs sooner or later. Ain't this a shit.

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