BLOGGER :: Dano FAQ

a niagara wearing glasses on the other side of the plenary hall

the last few days came as drops and trickles.

yesterday,

was a glut.
a flood.
yes, a niagara.

a superabundance
of happinesssadnessanxiety
happinesssadnessanxietyha
ppinesssadnessanxiety.

it was tiresome but nice.
it was a schoolflag that was
placed by a nutcracker soldier
with trembling hands on a
flagholderwhatever.

it hit the base of the platform.
hard.
someone snickered.
then a few.
and then some more.

it hit me.
your silence, your utmost silence.
it is a waterfall
billowing
surging
rippling
against the
streams below.
but what stupefied me
is that beneath the
billowing
surging
rippling
and your touching of the
streams.
there was no sound.
no sound.

except the callous
synthesized reverberating
pulsating resonance of
atriums and ventricles buried
beneath the left side of my
ribcage.

written at about 12:28am, 29/03/2003
while tripping over lisa germano's cry wolf
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yeah, it took me forever to update.
i am trying to forget.
but i cannot.
i am up.
yes, to no good.
sana nag-take ako ng psychometrics.
anlabo, pare.
anlabo.

i want this book


The Umbrella Man and Other Stories (Short Story Collection)
by Roald Dahl


*i've read the book the best of roald dahl and the short story pig is the most shockingly twisted short story i've ever read. the sound machine is wonderful.