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coy

i'm too sexy for my lord

About Me

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++dilated eyes++
i could not hear myself scream. it feels like i owe an essence or some mundane thing an afterthought with the life that i am now leading. i'm bleeding for words that aren't there. some were lost, others unborn. at times i see the profoundness on simple things, then i put bittersweet ramblings to sophisticate it with the stylings of my wants.... and what i want is to free myself from me. i want to defeat my voice.
my hands,
my senses..
to defy them that i may exist-- under a kingdom of wantlessness and stillness. the problem is that i'm ahead of myself in terms of grief, desire, and with the lenience of an insatiable thirst --- the lust for peace of mind.
Cup noodle
We are jealous of the things that are simple. It’s the little and simple things that matter. That’s why a lot of things are trite. A tele-novela, a mushy love song or a novelty song, a lame joke and their twin clichés. It’s too hard to have stillness and bliss. They’re observably hard to achieve. The irony is that the more money and responsibility you have, the greater we are discontented. That is why ignorance is bliss… when you know way too much, you’re going down. Travesties like these are in favor for artistes, writers, and performers who thrive on the very line that separates these thing I’m writing about…which is essentially boring stuff consequential from drinking too much spirits, smoking pot, and from popping all sorts of pills. Of course, it could also be the wine, or the whisky talking…unless it was the instant cup noodles conspiring with that Swiss mocha snifter responsible for all these drivel. Sadness comes when we know too much.. you can write just about anything that randomly swerves inside the conduits of your brain and it transposes to writing that may be interpreted as something that has a denotation or just arbitrary shit from a universe worth of a mind. Which mind you, excuse the pun, should always be the main character of our dreary consciousness. But we’re in a realm and in a generation for that matter that speaks the language of aesthetics. Everything becomes an idea that leads to barriers and stumbling blocks. Beauty wins even if there wasn’t a competition. Are we here to destroy the future? Perhaps. The fault is history. Because if we do… then there would be no past… afterwards, we’d all have to live in the moment of which is now. The instant that we can arrest. It should not be anything tangible. Just something to compose our lifeblood into. A sip of water, a blink of an eye, a sensual touch of skin. A candle lighted, a long and deep breath, a rumble in your gut, a warm strand of tear rolling in your eye, the mock laughter of victory. We ourselves are but ideas. And most often than not, things don’t turn out the way we expect them to be. For good or worse, it comes in full circle. .time happens between shifts. We all complete the cycle in the end. When it does finally happen, end it with an interjection. Let your senses be embraced.

My Interests


++sessiOnroad++

++top junk++

++the fall of jerico++

++a girl and her dog++

++phantasmagoria++

++shotgun poetry++

++managinip++

I'd like to meet:

people who administer rituals concerning mischief and distrust plus a dozen of soul coughing dreamers.

Music:

++sessiOnroad++
++top junk++

My Blog

top junk’s birthday no. 2

And the music played like it knew it was a full moon...The drive to eastwood was from a tarantino film, lots of wetness. You'd wish it were corn syrup fake blood glimmering in your window shields but ...
Posted by coy on Sat, 29 Sep 2007 07:38:00 PST

darn

the way i fit into your circleslike a magnitude of feathers fragmented with lightflesh turning in absolutionopens the gates of heaven in a faultless schemewhat i want to recalli besopkeinside your com...
Posted by coy on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

kill the buddha

kill the buddhaEver wondered why the east has so much mystery as opposed to the west? Its because of Buddha, the enlightened one. Thus, most of Asia is spiritual in an unaffected sense that its people...
Posted by coy on Sat, 17 Dec 2005 12:28:00 PST

vlankow

MYX (space) VOTE (space) BLANKO and send to 2366thanks for the support! OPM mabuhay!order online Blanko= sessiOnroad's carrier video from their third album titled bakit hindi? was conceptuali...
Posted by coy on Wed, 09 Aug 2006 01:38:00 PST

ang paglipad ng langoy

I missed the internet for a month or so&No hawking people, no spying,No porn& just pure undiluted tech withdrawal. Feverish at times, then silent the next. We've become the result of our environment f...
Posted by coy on Tue, 03 Jul 2007 11:37:00 PST

tulo

Free music. Shouldn't it be? With the advent of file sharing services like limewire, kazaa, bitTorent, pirate bay and what-have-you's, music is almost downloadable as soon as it is recorded& even mont...
Posted by coy on Tue, 04 Sep 2007 09:02:00 PST

gising

the mist clears and there you area reflection in hidinga passive dream i give to youa tint of fool you've given methe remorse of the unshelteredresurface.torn and creeping they are but wingswhat is to...
Posted by coy on Mon, 30 Apr 2007 07:25:00 PST

six moments

------------------------------------Balloon prickI step closer, forwarding honestly. bending every muscle for a reachhands lifting without assurance, without neglect.I listen furt...
Posted by coy on Mon, 15 Jan 2007 10:17:00 PST

14:59

mastication and rehydartioni can say i'm eating pretty decently...my flesh wounds cure faster and my gonads are rectified.i've become a complete bore by not cavorting with the spirits.i limit myself t...
Posted by coy on Wed, 27 Sep 2006 01:20:00 PST

bayad po

kuryente tubig bahay kotse ilaw pagkain damit kwento sugal plastik gasolina , sebo.pre-paid cable dvd internet kutsilyo kutsinta kandila bitamina asal dasal kibo butones daldal bwelo.bulaklak sabon sw...
Posted by coy on Thu, 14 Sep 2006 12:01:00 PST