depressed? why am i so gloomy these days?is it because i'm so tired of my geographical location.trapped in a seemingly rural environment where i can not even see a bunch of highly fashionable tarts and clean faces of narcist in denials if i would not go down and invest 50 pesos... anywayi dont know...just details....i'm practicing dances right now... i'm looking for rakets and money...good thing the agancy called for a metting about some ramp again...moeny..moeny money...i drool over it...hyberbole! cuz its not really about the ramp thing that i'm so excited about...its about the profit..i'm so bad....like all... anyway...i dont have good news except that i'm little by little finding a good story to right about.alas!!!

i know...
it not nice to gripe again in this blog i so visit onece in a while...
but to the hell of it...
after managing to read the whines of zafra...
i am so pissed at those who think having sex is all about...
being pregnant...or vice versa...
that sex is only guys satisfaction...
or even kissing at that...
well, save me feminist for say that
not only guys deserve to think that kissing is guh uhd...
gals want o kiss because of the kiss...who would think of that...
now i am not saying this out of lost virginity...so to be frank...
coz i havent lost mine....and not that it is such a headline...
i havent lost this skin yet.....
but if those who do think that it is such the end of the world.
that scrutiny can kill them...
that people will kill them....
that traditon and to the heck of those who
believe they no longer agree with it but
still judge people...
i hate to break this to you gals...but that skin you so protecting is
not at all the WHOLE OF YOU....
you have much of yourselves than that....
i hate to hear gals crying over that...the heck...anyway....
and guys...i hate to break this in your sleeves...
GALS ARE NOT GULLIBLE...THEY CAN LIE AND DECEIVE YOU
LIKE A MARY SNAKE PERHAPS BE CUHUZZ....THEY WANT YOUR COMPANY...
ITS NOT AT ALWAYS VICE VERSA!!!IT NOT VICE VERSA...

it was no bridge
that hang above
your water
on my lip
down the ferry line
i wept of smoke
counting my ribs
on that vision
you scrutinize me
you unsave me
push me hard
for not biting back
and left your head
on the table
with elbow pillow
and i almost
head on stranger
shoulder
two hours a day
two hours two days
then i woke
able to see your crook
the menace
but the glory of feeling
of touching your bones
now it doesnt matter
who uses who
you used you