...humaharurot na ang jeep ni juan!

i once passed by a group of thuggish clementines
standing stand-offishly
on the corner of mott and bayard streets.
radiant orange and round
eyeballing me as i pass by

violated
i retaliated in my mind
peeled them
seperated each wedge
and suck every section's sweetness

truth
i was too scared to
so i cowardly retreated to a steamed bun place
bought some pork buns and small coffee
and went the other way

those damn clementines

funny how a movie (say anything with john cusack and ione skye) and a tv series (heroes: powerless episode) make you miss something you have not ever experienced.

i wish i could say that i dated in high school and had sex at the backseat of my car but i cannot, because i was too childish to date then, did not know anyone, too disintersted in dating and too poor to even own a bike besides i was probably at the peak of my jacking off skills then to need a partner.

i wish i could say that i could fly, live forever, or shoot electricity out of my ass but i cannot, because the only thing shooting out of this ass is gas from beans and tacos that i had for lunch.

i guess my point really is something we all know. once in a while we look at movies and tv or even listen to the radio to 'be the stories, to be the characters, to be the songs, to be whoever we could be as long as they are not the present, living, breathing- us who are currently in deep shit and whose only means of escape are faux-realities sold to us by the ever consistently bad system.

well, i am the story, the characters and the songs right now. i ventured into the realm of dreams and fantasy, i think ill stay here for awhile, not too long though. must leave while i am still confident and sure of the right way back.

sometimes there are just days, when you wake up, you wish life was just a musical... so that after you sing and dance on a subway, on rush hour traffic, you'd feel less silly.