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A Certain Callousness: July 4, Iloilo
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Of which this boy is said to be possessed. July 4, Iloilo. The room boy greeted me good morning as I stood by the elevator, waiting for it to come take me down. He was cleaning the room to the right, the same room where I first spoke to him to borrow a clothes iron. I checked his picture again and made a non-decision. "Whatever, come over if you like.". Hey, I asked, "do you think I could borrow a clothes iron? He turned to me and I recognized him as the guy who'd caught my eye yesterday. I was walki...
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A Certain Callousness: October 2010
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Of which this boy is said to be possessed. Holy crap I can't stop listening to this song. Arab x electronica x dubstep is an awesome idea and beats antique is just great for thinking of it and making it sound really good! The whole album could very well be the soundtrack of a steampunk version of Sinbad's adventures, replete with belly dancers in leather and goggles, robotic djinns, and elephants on LSD. You can listen to the rest of the Blind Threshold album on beats antique's bandcamp page. His eyes ta...
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A Certain Callousness: June 2012
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Of which this boy is said to be possessed. He is our lover. The artist is a slut. His body is not his when it is on stage. It is the altar and the offering. He is wanton and it is naked and. He is naked in your face:. His neck is taut. His nipples are erect. His hair spreads in his armpits. His dick is limp against his pubes. His belly heaves with desire. His face is not painted. He paints with his face. His eyes speak and only you know what they say. For there are no words. The only language he knows:.
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A Certain Callousness: September 2010
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Of which this boy is said to be possessed. On how I want to be, possibly - Part 2. They started throwing themselves at me - they'd ask me to choose which of them to take home, asking me if I thought one or the other was yummy. I'd like to share with you what inspired this entry. Yesterday Bobby. I'm not saying that it'll be butterflies and rainbows when you grow up cos it's not. There will always be assholes and stupid people. But there will also be people who will see that you're beautiful, who ...Yeste...
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A Certain Callousness: March 2012
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Of which this boy is said to be possessed. Journal Entry No. 32412. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Journal Entry No. 32412. People who read this blog. Blogs I happen to read. 8 Years Old Na Ang Blog Ko! Henrick by Justino Esteves TOH! MARINE CORPS PT SHORTS. Through the eyes of a masculine gay guy. Where to Now, UP Boy? I Wrote This For You. The Day You Stood On Your Own Shoulders. KWENTONG BACLARAN: A SHORT STORY. The boy most likely to. Ang wala kwenta kong buhay. On how it ended.
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A Certain Callousness: January 2012
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Of which this boy is said to be possessed. Journal Entry No. 12012. The odd hours find me awake at the wheel making my patient way home. The insistent vaguity inside me is still there. It does not go away with the rising of the sun. It does not go to sleep like I do. It is there when I turn the eye inside away from the Sin it has just committed. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Journal Entry No. 12012. People who read this blog. Blogs I happen to read. 8 Years Old Na Ang Blog Ko!
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A Certain Callousness: May 2012
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Of which this boy is said to be possessed. Journal Entry No. 52712. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Journal Entry No. 52712. People who read this blog. Blogs I happen to read. 8 Years Old Na Ang Blog Ko! Henrick by Justino Esteves TOH! MARINE CORPS PT SHORTS. Through the eyes of a masculine gay guy. Where to Now, UP Boy? I Wrote This For You. The Day You Stood On Your Own Shoulders. KWENTONG BACLARAN: A SHORT STORY. The boy most likely to. Ang wala kwenta kong buhay. On how it ended.
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A Certain Callousness: December 2010
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Of which this boy is said to be possessed. There's no one to blame but myself. Actually there is. Prince Henry (the other guy in my apartment) started it all with his getting the flu. Now three of us are down. Of course it didn't help matters that I continued to sleep shirtless at night despite how cold it got. Also the fact that last weekend I went some 36 hours without any rest. Now that's a story. Not too bad, I reckon. Not until now, at least. It occurs to me that I'm afraid of this: I might have gro...
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A Certain Callousness: January 2011
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Of which this boy is said to be possessed. Journal Entry No. 13011. Today marks the second week of my liberation into unemployment. Half of the time I am happy. The other half is spent feeling guilty for being unproductive. This is purely self-inflicted since my parents have so far made no comment, or even so much as implied by their actions, anything about my being home again. I didn't think it would be so hard to shut down the capitalist slave app in my brain. Drew - 1, Machines - 1. Mission No. 2:...
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A Certain Callousness: July 2014
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Of which this boy is said to be possessed. July 4, Iloilo. The room boy greeted me good morning as I stood by the elevator, waiting for it to come take me down. He was cleaning the room to the right, the same room where I first spoke to him to borrow a clothes iron. I checked his picture again and made a non-decision. "Whatever, come over if you like.". Hey, I asked, "do you think I could borrow a clothes iron? He turned to me and I recognized him as the guy who'd caught my eye yesterday. I was walki...
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