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Monday, June 11, 2007
Random blurts
Wouldn't you sell your soul..
for popcorn and soda on the balcony, phone calls where you put the phone down with tears, guiltless chocolate, guiltless fastfood, guiltless ice cream, guiltless food!!, games that involve hiding under the playground slide, cops and robbers on the mats, lazy gradeschool mornings that don't involve rushing from the library to the AV to the classroom to the faculty, K2 hand puppets (:, photos that take an hour to develop, phone-marathons with "kwento partners" over what that boy did or said to make you absolutely kilig?

People'd sell their souls..
for free tequila, competitions, text exemptions, days when teachers weren't Mortal Enemies, karaoke, yellow pad paper, Math that didn't require calculators, skirts and shoes and bags and fags that choose to flirt, pin-ups, slings and signatures, old jerseys, teams and mitts and #6, jumping on mattresses, dumb dumb dumb iPod playlists, the PETSA Hut, ESPN -which is down to EP, three-way missions, the years that justified hesitation to spill iloveyous, hand games, Christmas Eve, hot chocolate and ensaymada, the lack of stupid complications, free vacations, inspiration.

I'd trade it all in for my soul, back, to give it up..
for clarity in dire confusion, a reason for masochism, cuts and tears and one last smile, that goodbye kiss that keeps me reeling, one more excuse -just for feeling, the rhymes I found, a spirit lost, unsettling sounds, nobody's best, disapproval, sad denial, butterflies and sparks -to be torn apart!; inebriated friends who collapse onto the curb, three little words, one more night, that last night -another chance in the fight, security fleeting, to know Its beating, capitalization, pompoms sweat and celebration, the way Art made sense, the words, scandal intrigue and a right to say..fuck off.

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