the smell of garlic that haunted my hands pierced through heart of the spawns of the aswang of thoughts that populated my spirit. thanks to its pungent smell, the image of the puppy lying sideways on the street bathing in its own blood, was easily evaporated.
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today i just learned that we currently live somewhere that was dubbed as the pr0n capital of the planet. oh hai there pr0nstar neighbors!
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the weather outside the building bores the hell out of my guts. it gives me the impression that the wind sits still out there like a hungry, invisible cheetah waiting for its prey.
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a tinge of preconceived judgment and misconceptions threatened to wipe out the positivity that governed the day since 6. thanks to the drums the positive atmosphere was salvaged.
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