Tuesday, June 29, 2010

When the space was eaten by this.. this.. thing..

Pack up.

it's coming.

a blasphemous extremist that settles in a smoke belching like matter of which spectates and keeps you off guard until it eats you slowly. until you cant move. until you cant speak. until you cant think.

it hovers above like a tiny atom that surely knows what you are.

Speaking is a sin unless it is not absurd.

for pleasure is different in its taste.

the space defines a peaceful quiet Zen like drop of water in time warp. Slowly curves my mind in what essence does it portray? like a music that is sung by Sitti, or a sweet saxophone solo by John Coltrane.

as the space rest. the matter eats. in abhors everything in its right place.

succumbs every energy that supplies it, like when Blackstar sucks powers to the protagonist.

unlike this thing it doesnt suck. it feeds on you slowly until you feel nothing but ignominy and relinquish all of that you have done for.

an act of exasperation may lead into a fatal death.

my mind is restless. im confused. i could say nothing but i can deploy something.


Thursday, June 3, 2010

7 things a real man must never do while lifting weights

Sometimes manliness is fading inside the muscular facilities around the Philippines.

now here are some misguided properties that may surely help you rethink what you have done inside the gym :

1. Staring at the weightlifters. A man who looks at another man is incredibly homo. especially when you are not instructed to look at them performing the right symmetrical angle for lifting weights.

2. Talking like Kris. We all know that no man is an island, but it would be much better if you were referring to the opposite sex. Talking rapidly like the girl host of SNN to an another Adonis while he lifts weights will surely bug him and will think of you as a homo who wants to touch another man's penis.

3. Lift to Impress. The most bullshit and abrasive kind of Ironman is this. Imagine this Scenario : Inside the gym you are surrounded by 15 muscular bouncers who lifts weights vigorously everyday. you want to impress the 15 men. i repeat 15 men. i repeat again, 15 men. to show off how strong you are. What are you? Gay? one thing's for sure is that you must only Lift to Impress Chicks who digs in a fit gym fit man.

4. Noticing Body Parts. given. you have noticed their large muscular particles but it will surely lead in to a homosexual act.

5. Touching. the most gayest act since the movie Bruno. saying this to another man. "Wow pare, may abs ka? T*ng*na hayup, pahawak nga." now even if you said a bad word that will make you a man, the word "Pahawak" will make you The most Homo guy 1000000++++ inside the facility.

6. Talking about love. what? have you noticed that you are surrounded by metal plates, 7 ft. bars, large machines, Dark grease, rusting bars etc. you are not having a slumber party like the girls from gossip girl, or the sisterhood of travelling pants. if you have done this, this might lead the weightlifters the idea of perfidy to your own manhood.

7. Saying "Piolo" "Sam" "Papa" "Beiber" "U-kiss" "Lambert". Explanation need not.



if there something that you might want to add.



hear me out.




I'm just out there.

Lifting weights.

Sunday, May 30, 2010

I shall curse this word.

I hope nothing on a day but not a tumultuous day.

as i keep on saying what the f*ck is going on, i keep on drinking my tea as part of my healthy so called f*cking diet.

I've been using the f*ck a lot.

i f*cking love it. i f*cking hate it. mind manners? who cares.

the adrenaline. the urge. the extreme jouissance. the delight of eating a stick of pocky.

God knows how many times i have used the immortal word F*ck.

while eating.
while bathing.
while drinking.
while driving.
while thinking.
while writing.
while surfing.
while watching.
while sitting.
while clicking.
while .. eheming..

the word f*ck circumambulates my thought every minute, like the planet mercury who revolves around the solar system. it watches the circulation of my blood inside my pee brain.

as my little pee brain watches this magical word that revolve around it. it mesmerizes and sends 20,000 waves of electronic signals of thought that i should say, pronounce, speak, spill the word f*ck.

i curse this day from now on.

like the priest told me.

dodge the f*cking things that tempts me to do a very sinful act.

as i live by.

as i pass by.

f*ck it.


the word f*ck doesn't control me. i control it.

i consciously know it.

like eddie brock who controls the symbiote.

but it slowly feeds me.

when spiderman used this shit, he became a bad-ass shit.

when you are using the word F*ck you can choose where you want to put it. use it.

The word F*ck is like a power.

with great power, comes great responsibility.

use it wisely.

in a fight.
in a fright.

use the word F*ck when you're F*cked up.

the word f*ck is powerful.

f*cking powerful. shout at someone with it. they will cram like the ants who panics when they are being attacked.

use the word f*ck when you are really angry. it is so powerful it can even relieve the tension that is building up in your f*cking system.

f*ck i'd say.

it possesses multiple meanings.

F*ck is when Manny Pacquiao won as congressman.

F*ck is when ampatuan got pardoned.

F*ck is when 2 stations used a high tech. shit that made people look like a morons.

F*ck is when i saw a fat 2 year old boy from indonesia smoking a cigar.

F*ck is when koala bear the whistle blower appeared.

F*ck is when willie revillame threatened abs-cbn that he will resign. (oh please)

F*ck is when the media focuses more on the jejemons.

F*ck is when i talk to a jejemon.

F*ck is when i see a f*cking jejemons.

F*ck is when your wi-fi connection is very slow.

F*ck is when your classes starts at june 7.

F*ck is when you care but they dont care.

F*ck is when you have realized something that you shouldn't have fucking done it.

F*ck is when you realize that you just wasted your F*cking life.

All of it is just a f*cking story.

i therefore shut the F*ck up now.

i maybe nice but i know im f*cking tired now.

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Definition of heat by my pores

My deep manly pores releases its sodium acid dew of which is not new.

when time strikes at 3. the human torch begins to hug me.

the heat scratches down all around town.

i must drive i said....

i went inside like batman going to his bat mobile.

close shut the door.

the heat stares as my skin bleeds and screams.

the dashboard quietly screeches as i touch the wheels, my 5 fingered god made creation was fried.

everything is melting.

like a butter thrown inside the toaster.
like the cheese melts at the pizza.

like a chicken saying "im burning in hell"

i'm like a dog in heat. my tongue is swelling. my ass is burning. my love is fainting.

The waves are deadly. i could even make pancakes at the roofs of the vehicles easily.

traffic slowly working.

the smell of the deadly freon heating up.

like Hayden's cam dancing with Katrina. hot it is. very aggressive i must say it is.

heat

heat

heat

i want to beat the f*cking heat.

but I still don't want to dive into Justin Beiber's beat.

now all i have to do is eat.

and i don't want our ever loving President again to repeat.

so much heat in the street.

make love with me so that we could build up some heat.

as you read this i know this will make you in heat.

for i premeditatively

repeat the word

heat.