WELCOME TO THE CARNIVALE FREAKSHOW! CHRISTENED AS A CLOWN:I BID YOU TO WITNESS THE WORLD THROUGH MY FIGURATIVE PERPETUAL VOUYERISMS.TRAVERSE ABOARD MY CAROUSEL OF SUBLIME PAIN. HITCH ONTO MY NOT SO MERRY-GO-ROUND! I IMPLORE YOU TO LOOK PAST MY RANCID INTERJECTIONS; MOREOVER, ILLUSTRATE EMPATHY TOWARDS MY DEMENTED SENSIBILITY.DROWN THROUGH MY PAGES WRITTEN AND DRENCHED WITH LIQUID CHEMISTRY.ENTER MY SOUL'S SOLILOQUY...AND TAKE PLEASURE!

Tuesday, November 16, 2004

Take the Trainspotting Quiz!


Which Trainspotting Character Are You?

I took the Trainspotting Quiz and results are in; I'm definitely "Sick Boy" all pun intended.
If you haven't seen this flick (Trainspotting) then I urge you to get your copy whether from your nearest pirates or simply rip it off the net. It's a wild, freeform Rebelian trip on how not to be a low-life! It's a hillarious story focusing on a group of disaffected Scottish youths who turn to heroin to escape the banalities of modern-day existence. Then, they begin to suffer the consequences and discover that there are no easy solutions to the inherent loneliness and pain of life. I bet you'll fall from your seats laughing if you haven't already pissed in your pants that is! You'll learn something as well...


Friday, November 12, 2004

Kalyado mong kamay!


This is an Adobe manipulation of an unfinished painting I had. And below is a little prose I composed to go along with it.

Put your Blame Here!
(from the sick mind of a sick me)

I wiped my tears
So insubstantial I won’t be.
I scrunched my fist
So for scuffle I would be ready.
I gnawed my tongue
So not to scream.
I dosed off
So let me dream.
I wore a mask
So pretenses I could hide.
I shackled myself
So no more friends to confide.
I closed my eyes
So not to cringe.
I pissed on laws
So dogmas I can infringe.
I reflect on nothing
So to misery I won’t fall prey.
I knelt to call upon
So not to drift away.
I knocked back a lot
So memory won’t serve me right.
I wander in the day
So refuge I could find at night.
I consumed your bullshit
So desertion I won’t sense.
I licked my wounds
So the puss may intense.
I scorched your scripts
So your history I’ll have no hint.
I blurred your image
So in my mind no more print.
I popped a pill
So to tempt death.
I slammed the door
So not to plead.
I slit my wrist
So in hopes to be freed.
Inflicted pain
God, just let it bleed!
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