Sunday, October 18, 2009

If only you had ice cream instead...

Oww - hurt

Nick - cut
Ooze - blood
Mutter - discontent
Argh - anger
Thunk - fist/wall
Ouch - pain
Plink - blood/floor
Oh - surprise
Eep - fear
Ick - horror
Augh - despair

Wednesday, September 02, 2009

ako o ikaw?

I have claimed the peon as my own. I make it do my bidding. I bend it to my will. I would be the perfect merciless master if not for the fact that I'm devoted, heart and souls, to the slave's bliss.

Monday, August 31, 2009

Kunat

The old witch knew just how she was going to eat little Hansel. First she would start with his stubby little fingers, then his toes, then work her way to the meatier bits. She would drink his tears as they flowed when she got thristy. She would save the heart for last to savor it's tender lusciousness. It was no wonder how surprised she was when Hansel offered her his heart first. She disagreed and said she was saving that for last. Hansel shrugged and said "ikaw. para kang kumain ng goma niyan."

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

whoops.

Astute was what anyone would say if asked to describe Trudie. Hers was the power of keen observation. It was a wonder how she could have been oblivious to falling into the state she is in now. Maybe because it was a gradual descent. Even if you ask her, she can't tell you.

Saturday, April 04, 2009

If only...

The lattice work of indefinites were working overtime. I was no longer as confident as I was when we were intorduced. I thought you made perfect sense. But you were listnening to me none the less.  And I thought I was making perfect sense to you until you said "huh?" It was all downhill from there. Damn.

Friday, April 03, 2009

self-pity? (think of a better title please...)

Had it been any clearer, it would have solved everything that was troubling young Mr. Bufford. Truly the coin was god. It was either one or the other. Heads or tails. Only when it came out heads did Mr. Bufford question god. "Why is god against me?" he thought.

Monday, March 30, 2009

Have I failed you?

Is your step no longer as springy? Is the food no longer as spicy? Are your waking moments no longer as worth looking forward to? I guess it's because i failed you. I provided you with all that but yet somehow, i fell short. I'm sorry. And by the way, fuck you.