everything points to non-existence.

dead voices reverb'ing on the walls of my chest

mahabaging langit

1636. dead eyes. wingless, dead eyes.

had trouble breathing.
and still knee-deep in red.

after all these years.

caught red-handed by shadowfax. hahahaha

made a new mark. one for each offense.

for further consultation.
putangina.

water

greeted by blurred outlines,
fresh from last night's outtake.
left with just a blue channel,
exposed beyond the threshold of
        what is not.

back to doing illegal things. like using mirrors to reflect the hallowed. failed the cut, though. laziness won.
oh, was caught smoking last night. mabilis talaga.


a word from one of our sponsors:
the mirror is not an instrument of enlightenment but of illusion.

a nervous wreck by the end of fourth and ten.