Sarimanok
This piece was particularly inspired by a local phonecard.
left for the circus at 2:56 PM
Friday, September 17, 2004
il payaso
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- Name:Lee Don Francisco
- Location:SinCity, Philippines
No original thought surges through me. I am the spawn of any great writer whose words I've read on the pages of books I've befriended. I am the product of any great playwright whose realized dreams I've the privilege to envision. I am humbly a blank canvas envying the art painted by the palettes and horse hairs of the great painters. I am the child of the dogmas of the great philosophers and sages. I am merely a marrionette being played by God's unfathomable humour. I defy the monsoon; never minding if I fall and falter. Quill darts, I arm myself in battling Surrealisms' sick twisted reality. My vernaculars are raw and unrefined like my sick sad soul. Fellow nomads and scribes silhoutte me in my infinite traverse as I unlock lifes mysteries with shoelaces untied. Im in perpetual jubilant angst, that's why my mouth spews incessant profanities and cosmic perversions. I have a mind that is just as deep and dark as the trenches in the oceans. The blackest pits in my mind still a void, an unchartered terrain waiting exploration. I'm fucking complex; a lot of times even I confuse myself! So who am I...?
doppelganger theory
castigo corpus meum
flash visual carousel
fragmented
misty heaven
Poetic ephemera
past Déjà Vu's
- Tsunami
- Shotgun Blues!
- Trainspotting
- Taxi Driver turned Vigilante
- Che Guevara: From Rebel leader to Pop icon
- The Big "O" for Mona
- 1st Day of Creation...And then there was light...T...
cast of clowns
Deviations
circus caravan
unmasked
nays and amens
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