It's 10 pm and I can hear the businessman. I can hear the beads of sweat crawling between his knuckles, see his fingers desperately wrapped around his briefcase as he sits alone in his office-fit-for-a-king. Clutching his portfolio. His bank book. His existence summed up in numbers. The morning newscaster smirked at me today when he said the ( Read more... )

Long, dark trench coats, disguised in black war paint, unlit cigarettes dangling from our lips, we strut through the city's wild drinking district like John Woo action characters looking to knock off some Chinese gangster boss. We were only interrupted once when a drunk business man stumbled into our path. He confronted me with a lewd comment and ( Read more... )

Rivalry is a beautiful, twisted form of love. When I call you my rival, I mean it with complete respect and lust.The air in the Filipino diner was smoky and flavorful and I could taste the garlic rice and fried eggs before the waitress brought them to our table. There were more sounds than patrons- a sizzling grill, giggling children, the saucy ( Read more... )

There use to be a girl in the wired named Evita. An intense communist and prodigy of fluid prose, she was one of the most fascinating creatures I’d ever encountered. She was Frida Kahlo reincarnated as an adolescent filipina writer with an infectious passion for knowledge and change. Though I disagreed with most of her hardcore political views, ( Read more... )

I have a new project for this new year. Send your snail-mail address to higekisabaku@yahoo.com if you'd like to receive a 2004 present.

I watched a man shoot himself in the head yesterday. There's still a little blood on my sweater. I couldn't wash it out ( Read more... )

I met a three-eyed man on the street today and sold him a name. "Genkaku is what I shall call you. 88 yen, please." Only a three-eyed man would buy an unimaginative name from a schizophrenic street girl in coveralls and flight goggles. Maybe he sees something in me that the others don't. Ha! That was a joke, really. I'm not that explicitly ( Read more... )

Television is complete trash nowadays. Paris Hilton is whoring herself to horny, Arkansas hicks. The WB thinks rich kids and their problems are worthy of network timeslots. Star Trek has resorted to soft-core porn for ratings. And if I hear one more reality romance contestant say the words "journey" or "surreal," I swear to God I'm going to ( Read more... )

Is it a sin for a Catholic school girl to masturbate?It was just a thought today while standing in the grocery check out line waiting to buy a canister of raisins, three stalks of celery, and a jar of peanut butter. When you're a pervert, you really don't need a clear train of thought to get to these sort of questions. They just surface, like ( Read more... )

Uneasy. Unsettled. Untied. We were talking and I was asking questions and he was sighing and ignoring them and I screamed so hard in my head I nearly blacked out, but of course he couldn't hear me and he just sighed again. And the only thing I could think of in all my exhaustion was the hunting knife on the coffee table and if I'd cleaned it ( Read more... )