Evening, July 23, 2005 ( Read more... )

A Moment of Silence Before I Start this Poem ( Read more... )

Elsewhere in the world, Castro breathes his last few thousand lungfuls. Syrian missiles home in on Israeli jets, which could make for even more interesting times. Raul Gonzales munches on an adrenal gland plucked fresh from a dead infant, his fourth for the day. My Econ 100.1 classmates plow, brain-dead, through their corrected midterms ( Read more... )

When the tupelo
goes poop-a-lo,
I'll be seeing youp-a-lo.

Sana maulit yung trip na ganito--tamang dinuduyan ka sa pagitan ng pagkaidlip at pagkamulat, sa lupa at sa langit.

( Minus by Ryan Armand )

( I got a nine in my mind you can't metal detect )

Case in point: I think I just figured out exactly what to do for the next ten to fifteen years.

* * *

Expand your mind
to understand
we all must live
in peace
todaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay

I’ve been meaning to commit some thoughts to writing for so long, now. I haven’t succeeded, yet, but I intend to see this attempt through, no matter how badly it turns out.

My attempts so far have been characterized by bad starts, by first few keystrokes that didn’t have that starter cough-starter cough-vroom resonance to them. I’ve always hated ( Read more... )

"I'm sick of making my liver pay for mistakes that my limbic system made,"

was the exact same thing I told myself the last time this happened.