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From: *drop-asd
Date: Sep 23, 2008, 2:46:37 PM
Hi, Tin,
I miss you so much. I’ve been away for so long… The last time I was here all of your writing was still here, too. I can’t believe you’ve deleted it all and since I consider myself one of your greatest fans I insist on you at least telling me why you did it. I’m sorry in advance if this sounds like overreacting, I’m just feeling a bit anxious, a bit scared, a bit misunderstood and a bit too sensitive right now.
I don’t know if I ever told you how much you influenced not only my way of writing but also my views of life and I really really wish to be like you one day. I have so much I wish i was close enough to you to share with you. (I certainly hope this is not a goodbye, is it?) And could I ask you if you’re planning on making a book? If you are how can I get a copy? And if you’re not do you mind sending me some of your poems? I would go back to your poetry for a new dose of inspiration about every week but now, when all inspiration seems to be gone anyway, I just need to read something by you so badly. I’m sorry if I cause you any inconvenience though I’m not quite sure you’ll read this at all.
Umm, I guess that’s all that I needed to let out now, maybe I’ll write to you again later.
Love you,
D
Heimat- Hauschka
fellow hyacinth,
one time, i sat next to my 4year old brother
i pointed the ricefileds to him and held my breath
i told him he is going to paint it
i told him it was the most beautiful portion of the trip
the little boy rolled his eyes
“manang, it’s just green.”
i really am disappointing D.
i tell you, i murder relics
but i want you to know that your
writing is majestic because you have a sincere soul
and not because you read me.
i guess it’s just like this,
deviations had to die that way
like the sound of the rain outside
reminding you of your lover’s
pee the last time he made love to you.
i’m afraid that the poems you love
are no longer in papers now
no longer in a folder named after stars.
maybe they’re somewhere
i don’t wish to know
but hope to find.
salamat.
i miss the icons you use
and the way your cleavage smile
with you in your IDs.
t
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As what I’ve told you, I wrote your name as one of my favorite writer-poets in deviant art and beyond. Why leave?
Posted by ben at September 24, 2008, 2:12 pm@officem8: ano ang luyag mo ipalab-ot? haha. surface lang na. sa sulod, daw normal man ko kag mapinalanggaon 
@ben: thanks for that Ben and for the appreciation. 
Did I?
hi tin, ben is right coz you’re uniquely great writer.
keep on blogging…
Posted by eli at September 25, 2008, 4:50 pm@eli: my sincerest salamat eli. the greatness is note really mine but i have always celebrated our uniqueness.
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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-
Reminds me of the 1st day in the office. You were in puruntong and pointed shoes. weird. PAgka bwas, naka pambalay ka naman. haha. weird.
Posted by officem8 at September 24, 2008, 2:10 pm