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GOAL  Change tone of blog

Reason Worn out from all the emotional baggage I put into my writing-- asdfasdkdj who the hell knows why I did. It depresses, it depresses. I still enjoy repetition. Shiver, shiver. I enjoy. I DO.

Hello.

(Silence)

Yes, I know. I, too, realize that I have NOT been posting recently. Whether people actually bother reading this blog or not is beyond me. ...but I do like writing. I do, I do, I do.

(Recalls scene from the film Finding Neverland)

You, the reader, may find the random parentheses parts--seen above-- a bit, well, odd.  Think again.  ( Read more... )

you romance when you dance.
be my friend.
dry my tears.

wrap me up.

                                                "Your days are numbered," he said.

"Weeks... mere weeks."

Within each birth is a treasure so large. It is a box. It is a box that changes with the colours of the earth-the foxholes and the furrows. It contrasts with the notes of the cascades and the force of the blaze. And each box bears a secret-a secret so precious to each and every child. The stars, no matter how they glimmer, will never compare. In ( Read more... )

You have wound the hands of every dial. Time has passed, and the obstinate ice-covered rivers and polar caps are slowly melting your pain away. The plight of what once was is now eroding into the mud-spattered streams that engrave our world’s body. The poetry of spring breathes life into your very essence. Life evens out the tops of hills to form ( Read more... )

I'm dressed in the worsening doldrums. 
This itch you call writer's block is aggravating my illness. 
And I drown myself in the musical odyssey that is Greek, 
fastforward to the jumping gypsy manouche, 
and stop to think.

The revelation of muses and the passion of prospect, 
the buried secrets in my notebook and the daydreams that reach the stars 
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Nine is the number of weeks I have left in the Philippines.
Sixteen is the number of years I have braved the world.
Seven is the number of people I would give up my life for.
Eighty is the number of fictional stories I have written.
Three is the number of Haagen Dazs ice cream flavors I crave.
Ten is the number of hours I would love to sleep each night.
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Manila, Philippines


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