a trash-bag of thoughts and things that swim in the mind of a wandering fool-for-Christ, a.k.a. taong-grasa-para-kay-Kristo wannabe... "If indeed aspiring to be free and happy and deliberately poor, simple, unfit for career advancement, and just a mere human being who is fully aware of his being so is really a case for the asylum, then please count me in! This is what being a fool-for-Christ truly means! I would willingly forgo a leg and an arm to even get anywhere near being one!"
Thursday, December 31, 2009
A. Bonifacio
Superman in motorbike, del monte city transit, ice-cold cobra energy drink, sun's ablaze, heavy traffic, squid emission from cranky closed van, here comes half-man, half-grease on a bicycle. Green light on, everything moves 2 inches. Pranela wipes, yellow stripes, ants of the nasty kind queueing, gathering on a half-chewed gum. Feather dusters and black, plastic back rests for sale, BNY 4 girls with its load of teen wears...15 minutes before lunch break.
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