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Piss Be With You

When god pisses on you, do not look for shelter. Do not hide in the eaves of abandoned buildings and closed museums among shadows. Do not weep. Do not utter disdainly - we are doomed. our sins will be the end of us. Do not turn to scorn nor to regrets. But laugh. Laugh till blood flows from your eyes and you deafen the thunder with your heehah's. Laugh till your body is screaming and tearing itself apart. Laugh from the pit of your bowels, from the calluses of your foot. Laugh till your hair touches your face like paper cuts. Laugh until the pavement is soggy and the air is filled with fog. Laugh, because when god takes a leak, he is la

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ThroesThroes
how does taste grow stale in one's mouth?
how does a scent lose its power?
how does one forcefully forget?
for i have memories of you that keep walking all over me
even when i am sleep
even when i am lost in a dizzying disarray
and the stars are no longer in their constellations
i remember you and you on my lips

and i find you, among all things, in streets we walked
but could not remember,
i see you, in strangers who have your eyes,
your laugh, or hair,
i feel you in things we saw and imagined,
and i remember you, just by losi Throes
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The Forgotten BodyI no longer recognize this body.
I no longer remember when I last had a good, probing look - like a pulling,
like a tugging of waves that starts with the hand and ends with the heart.
I've forgotten the atlases of this body where or when it last felt good, felt giddy or felt achingly happy. The landmarks have become deserts caving in on itself.
I no longer remember this body
and sadly, frighteningly I trace my steps back,
into a seemingly foreign land swathed in dark landscapes that the night claimed - not as mysteries The Forgotten Body
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corporate slavethey want us to be the people walking down the street walking towards our own corners where laundry lines are territories and the lights post stands in akimbo
they want us to go scurrying through elevators, down subways, peering left and right as we cross the street from the gutter
they want us to run the wheels and scour the earth, the little earth of mazes and pathways the ins and outs of pipes and traps, we scurry like rodents and worse, our tail between our knees corporate slave
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Piss Be With YouWhen god pisses on you, do not look for shelter. Do not hide in the eaves of abandoned buildings and closed museums among shadows. Do not weep. Do not utter disdainly - we are doomed. our sins will be the end of us. Do not turn to scorn nor to regrets. But laugh. Laugh till blood flows from your eyes and you deafen the thunder with your heehah's. Laugh till your body is screaming and tearing itself apart. Laugh from the pit of your bowels, from the calluses of your foot. Laugh till your hair touches your face like paper cuts. Laugh until the pavement is soggy and the air is filled with fog. Laugh, because when god takes a leak, he is la Piss Be With You
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Throes

Tue Feb 12, 2008, 2:20 AM

how does taste grow stale in one's mouth?
how does a scent lose its power?
how does one forcefully forget?
for i have memories of you that keep walking all over me
even when i am asleep
even when i am lost in a dizzying disarray
and the stars are no longer in their constellations
i remember you and you on my lips

and i find you, among all things, in streets we walked
but could not remember,
i see you, in strangers who have your eyes,
your laugh, or hair,
i feel you in things we saw and imagined,
and i remember you, just by losing sleep, in the dark
that once held us there

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Current Residence: the waiting room
Interests: Poetry, tragedy, Henna Tattoos, short stories, Japanese culture, food, Old Pinoy movies, painting
Favourite movie: Frida, Talk to Her, Amelie, In The Mood for Love, Maynila sa Kuko ng Liwanag, Stranger than Fiction
Favourite band or musician: Cynthia Alexander, Fleetwood Mac, Mazzy Star, Asin, Incubus, Pearl Jam, The Killers, Red Hot Chili
Favourite genre of music: Alternative rock - folk rock - indie rock
Favourite artist: Frida Kahlo, Lydia Velasco, Van Gogh, Julie Lluch,
Favourite poet or writer: Margaret Atwood, Cesar Ruiz Aquino, Conrado de Quiros, ee cummings, P. Neruda, Dylan Thomas,
Favourite photographer: Annie Liebowitz
Favourite style of art: expressionism
Operating System: an Asian female brain
Wallpaper of choice: totoro
Skin of choice: breathing, pulsing, feverish brown skin
Favourite game: RAN Online, Counterstrike, Warcraft, Dota, Diablo II, Neopets
Favourite gaming platform: RPG/MMORPG
Favourite cartoon character: Emily the Strange, Daria Morgendorffer, Courage the Cowardly Dog, Mandy of Grim & Evil, and Toto
Personal Quote: the heart has the appetite to consume everything inside you
Tools of the Trade: pen and pastels