DANABELLE IN STATUS SHORTS How long has it been since Ive done this? Pretty darn long, Id say. Iris would most likely be pleased or not. Its been too long, I have no idea what pleases her and what doesnt. So tell me, baby, is this pleasurable? Hahaha. ------------------------------- On my way home, I saw a fire hydrant that I always see, but today, it looked like a torso with an abnormally huge Adams apple. What? Google fire hydrant and youll see what I mean. Oh and what is Adams Apple in Filipino? Mansanas ni Adan certainly sounds like a Pinoy bold film, IMHO, but whatevs. ------------------------------- I finished reading Not That Kind Of Girl, Lenas book (Yes, were on first-name basis. LOL!) last Friday or was it yesterday, no no it was definitely Friday, I think. Im trying to decide whether I should read another book now or go ahead and dive headfirst into a series... Decisions, decisions. ------------------------------- I am shorting, because, I stopped writing, stopped thinking about writing, stopped breathing in everything for the purpose of writing for the past two weeks. And now, Im kind of filling up to the brim, and I should probably be channeling all this energy into a poem, but... I do what I do when I do it and I really dont know why. I can find several explanations as to why Ive done them after the fact that Ive done them, though. ------------------------------- Ten, fifteen, twenty years ago, did you think that you would be where you are now? ------------------------------- Hindi ka pa ba nags-sawa? I would like a better English translation of this sentence other than, Havent you gotten sick of this yet? Sawa is such a beautifully tragic word that gives me the imagery of a kid throwing up after eating so much candy or the face of a woman, suddenly hardened, numb, shaking her head looking straight in to eyes of the man she loves, before she turns around and walks away. ------------------------------- This is where the evening falls and its beautiful and its a full moon. Most likely why Im shorting. The accusation of me being a lunatic is not just an accusation. There is probably a lot of truth in that, but who can tell for sure? I certainly cant. I dont even know why Im doing this. ------------------------------- Okay, now, imagine for a second that this is all a dream, pretend youre in a basket of a big balloon. Pretend that were flying over the caves in Cappadocia and its all beautiful, but you dont want any of it and youre telling me that you dont want to be flying in a big balloon and you want it to stop right now. Right now, you want everything to stop right now. Well, what would you like me to do, sweetheart? Would you like me to jump or would you like me to push you off? ------------------------------- And now here we are at the end and I could do what I always do and say Lovelovelove! or do what I used to do and say Kissy kissy!, but maybe we do something else today, just because, we feel like doing what we feel like doing... You know, Richard Siken wrote a thing years ago called The Long And Short Of It (Google it because its beautiful and I love him and you must read it.), he says: So here you are, reading this, expecting something. A story perhaps, or someone singing themselves to sleep. You’re ready and I’m ready too. Have you been waiting long? I’ve frankensteined it for you, bundled it all up, because it’s nice to put pictures inside people’s heads, like frogs and ronin and Cleveland and Deloreses. Here is a place for it to happen. A place where I can love you. The letter delivered, the year decembered, the river swum.
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