the earth's jest never putrefies. atlas revels in passing away -- to mollify the unpleasant burden that has crushed his bones for so long an epoch, to be reborn and have his calloused feet back on top of the titanic sphere -- while the princess remains apprehensive of doors, wary of every creak and click, and bleakly clings to her own mortal thread of life, the flimsiest of strands ever known. so
she expires.her soul murmurs honey-bitter, herb-sweet words for centuries into infinitely-slumbering, empty, unborn human bodies. mulishy, it waits for any reply -- the flutter of an eyelash, the tap of a finger -- until one arrives. it does not dilly-dally and seeps into the nostrils of a soft, small shell of an inbound life. sand from the hourglass falls again, and she grows in the spotlight, before the camera, atop places most only see in reveries. but her recollection of the past is defunct, and so when solitude props its icy limbs on her shoulder, through the film strip, she sees things she once deemed inexistent. 
at first they are petty -- phantoms gliding on the edge of her sight, tendrils of black in sparks and quivers... and then they grow. smiles and frowns folding in and out of crumpled script pages, and then hallucinations of colossal towers and obnoxious cackles and stolen tiaras, and then wisps of ethereal songs and things that never were.she knows naught about her borrowed soul and the princess who once owned it, so she keeps quiet. the ghosts of the prince, the princess and the witch crawl under and above and round the confines of her cranium, knock-knocking, moaning and groaning and pining to be remembered. and so one day, francelle wonders out loud: "who else hears it?" 
"hears what?" he asks (ignoring the sounds ringing in his own ears, sounds that seem frighteningly like his own), bringing her tea that came from the ground, where everything from the past thousand years -- green and animate; dark and dead -- lay, waiting, sulking. she shakes her head and with proficient and practical fingers brushes aside the voices and visions from the worn-out slush-flesh inside her skull."nothing," she says, but faintly, in case he doesn't really exist. "i think i just lost myself for a moment." his eyes disappear as he smiles, unconsciously ruminating when they would both turn to dust and sulk with the rest of the waning past. September 2008 December 2008 January 2009 February 2009 March 2009 April 2009  Glut It Is Finished Age Crisis First Semester Neverland Ayoko To Chincha Of Excellence The Return Summer's Last Blood One Big Game For Fritz Doctor Recommended Doggone |
 Saturday, February 21, 2009 get in to get out the thought of me plunging into the darkness for hours on end (in the form of microbiology and mol fab) makes me want to slash my wrists, so that i can meet st. peter and his pet cock (or rooster.. or male chicken..) and be able to ask him (st. peter, not the cock) to allow me to be in the loving arms of papa jesus. but then again, if i slash my wrists, it would be considered sucide, and jesus wouldn't like that; he would get so enraged that he would send me instead to lucifer, and be burned in that hot place of abomination called hell, with lucifer's red sizzling fork stuck right up my ass. that i wouldn't like to happen. SO. thanks to chad for giving me this lovely alternative of a time-killer. Here are the rules:
You Don't See Me - Keane because i don't deal with stupid questions like "is this okay?" hahaha.. 2) WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY? Isn't She Lovely- Brendan James (cover) palitan lang ang she ng he.. (uhm..). then it would be.. ain't i just super lovely? agree? yeah? yeah? hahaha 3) WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL? That's It, I Quit, I'm Moving On- Adele (Cover) YES. Very freaking spot on to my current blah. Because just recently, I quit liking that person. HAHAHA. Hold Me In Your Arms- The Black Keys HAHA. KADIRI. 5) WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE? I don't Care- Fall Out Boy ... as long as it involves, world domination. haha 6) WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO? Never miss a beat- Kaiser Chiefs Yeah. Don't ever miss a beat. Because if you do, then what the hell. WHAT?
Just Like A Star- Corinne Bailey Rae I officially want to marry my mp3 player (ngugngug!) now. hahaha Fire- Augustana Ooooh. On a literal, and figurative level, I always do. Haha
What's with all the Fire and hot references? HMM.. 10) WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND/S? Somewhere- Katharine Mcphee (cover) Somewhere... we'll find a new way of living, we'll find a way of forgiving. Just the way I like it. haha 11) WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE? My Old Ways- Dr. Dog OOH. My old ways were not necessarily as pristine I wanted it to be.. so.. EWAN! haha
We're all in the Dance- Feist YEAH. I just feel the music and rhyme, while there is time. Love for a Child- Jason Mraz Either I'll be a father. Or I'll be a pedophile. I hope to God it's the former. haha. 14) WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE? Grown So Ugly- The Black Keys Eh? Bitter much? 15) WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING? Single Ladies- Beyonce Because I'm ironic like that. haha. 16) WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL? L-O-V-E - Joss Stone (cover) ganun? Well. pwede. Because LOVE is the only thing that I will (hopefully) give to all of you. WEH. 17) WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST? Shut Up and Let Me Go- The Ting Tings Ai galit? haha
The Rabbit, the Dog, and the Reindeer- Dr. Dog oooh...napaka-akmang SYMBOLISMS. haha.
Superhero- Jane's Addiction YEHES NAMAN. 20) WHAT'S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN? Streetlights- Kanye Huh? Na magiging palabay ako sa street na may street lights? HUH?? HAHAHA 21) HOW WILL YOU DIE? Further Up the Road- Eric Clapton(cover) does that fucking mean, i'ma die in a car accident. YOKO NGA. 22) WHAT IS THE ONE THING YOU REGRET? Always Be My Baby- David Cook. or, rather, that you have NEVER been my baby. HAHA 23) WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH? Hey Snow (Oh)- Red Hot Chili Peppers well.. pangarap ko talagang makahawak ng snow. haahhaa 24) WHAT MAKES YOU CRY? Some Kind of Wonderful- Grand Funk Railroad wonderful, BUT terrible. HAHAHAHA. emo naman. Love, Save the Empty- Erin McCarley EH So marrying, will save me from emptiness HUH? 26) WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST? Kitchen- Little Jackie. EH? Philosophia- Guggeinheim Grotto CHAR LANG. HAHAHA. (yeah, philosophy likes me. haha) I should have been THE one. yes! mabuhay ang mga emo! haha 29) WHAT HURTS RIGHT NOW? Beating My Heart- Jon McLaughlin HAHAHAHA.. it hurts because.. it doesn't beat. HAHA. 30) WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS NOTE AS? Get in to Get Out- Penshoppe Commercial Pwede pwede. haha SHOT @ 10:11 PM BY FRANCE 
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"what a coincidence," he hums, and when she looks at him bemusedly, a muscled arm reaches out for the cup. he sips from the brim and swallows water and herbs and burnt ashes of fallen men. "i'm lost myself." artlessly, as their eyes catch, they wonder how many people all over the recycled world are lost like them.alec alfred anna athina bea berbi bryan cari crystal danica davie doryll dothy gerald howard ice ishee izy john jopal josh jp july justin kaira katlab kate keem kenny kit km krish kyla lady louraine marius marni meklot mina phraensys pinktados reisa richie sara teetin tin trish 
a million other souls want out, and that is why humans dwindle, like the fragrance of rose amidst a field of jettisoned lives and emancipated final breaths -- all just as red and bloody. a million other souls know they are born in the wrong country, born in the wrong culture, reborn in the wrong era. a million other souls are blindly adrift, and so they writhe on their bellies, on the dust of their forebears, day after day (after day), awaiting the painful stint until their shadowy friend grazes them with his iniquitous, hungry blade.
hiss-hissing and hush-hushing, strips of film bitterly slither and struggle in disarray, rolling, tumbling over each other like rubber bones. run through once, rewound for a thousand years, replayed again. somnolent, they lay wearily, waiting to be made real -- the same cast, the same plot, the same intricacies like the corollary of silver behind every looking glass. 
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