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…if life is just a long vacation by: Yowee Gonzales
Our Life is Not a Movie or Maybe- Okkervil River
and everything
will disappear.
and no more
memories,
neither.
4. (life)
sitting there, on the edge of the world.
dangling our legs
over the mouth
of forever.
5. (a movie-like scene in life; something to look back at before dying)
‘i don’t want to be alone.’ he says. ’i'm afraid of being alone. i’m afraid to be alone.’
‘maybe you should join a cult.’ i say and my voice is dead and everything is dead. the lights seem dimmer, the waitress paler as she floats. a ghost now.
‘do you care about me?’ he says, waiting. he keeps kneading my hand and it is pitiful.
‘i don’t think so.’ i say.
he lowers his head and cries into his coffee.
‘i think i’m going to drown myself,’ he says after a while, ‘probably. i’m probably going to drown myself.’
‘men are supposed to blow their brains out.’ i say, and i am not trying to be cruel but it just happens and i still don’t know what i’m doing. i’m thinking about ladders and laundry and this hobo outside drinking Listerine who told me ‘you’re only as old as you feel.’ who is now passed-out in the doorway and people are actually stepping over him to get into the diner, eyes trained straight ahead.
i’m thinking about train station platforms and beached whales bloated and rotting on dry open shores.
about the windows of the diner, now fogged from our breath and the cold outside, how it blurs everything, every streetlight crowned with a tiny halo.
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i wonder how you see things so deep and so different from my own. i am speechless. i have so many questions now.
Posted by maurya at September 8, 2008, 4:32 pm@ kakyut nimo 
@ maurya: ask me about anything that does not include numbers, dates, formulas and morality. haha.
Posted by modernpatadyong at September 9, 2008, 11:49 amyou don’t know how this freezes me. damn damn damn! the final lines… the final lines
Posted by blu at September 9, 2008, 3:37 pm@blu: mahilig ka man sa buron? muta lang ni guro. haha. enjoy da ha, balbal todo
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she likes seashore naps and the view of everything from the bus window. she likes tiny moments and the small spaces between faces when people talk.
sometimes, she wakes up to that odd feeling of being a fallen leaf, an old tree, an azotea or a waitress somewhere-- talking to a taxicab driver about that random song on the radio.
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and this. a proof that:
how you see LIFE is how
you actually see YOUR self.
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maddening spurt:
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“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!”
-Jack Kerouac-
that’s it. you’ve become one of my recent addictions. lol.
*grins*
Posted by kimay at September 8, 2008, 8:08 am