devildlived

I have met some fine folks here in Cebu. Artists! In need of a writer! That sounds amazing. Isn't it? If I was a character in a book, and I don't know that I'm not, this is the scene where I spread my joy out into cyber world...!!! There. Three happy exclamtion points! It'll be an anthology. I handle horror. It'll be called, or is called, LEVERVILLE. It's named after Leveriza, a place in Malate, Manila I'd sometimes hang-out at. It's notorious for addicts, users and pushers. Pick one, and guess who and what I was? Ehhh. You forgot: NONE OF THE ABOVE. Okay, I was something between one of the two given. End.

my dear slaves o' o happy life, haloo to you and all who you love, give out a shout out to one and all yo love, thank your gods, the gods, high or low, above, come and drink with me your strife, rejoice the juice of the love of the knife, forthwith let us jump the ship Void to the sea Void, my dove, i dont make sense but there's sense in the nonsensical, and the stove, my groovy ruffians, that is this life we share, let us, with drive abandon THAT love, forget the all but what's FELT here here and here in us.

this whole world is alive. it's living, it's breathing, albeit not too good an air, but breathing and surviving still; but is that all we do? is surviving our purpose? were we put here to suffer and survive? im getting emotional. there is so much shit, in every news channel; i don't believe winds or plates just move from here to there and by chance a tsunami or a hurricane interrupts and kills a mass of people. besides science there is sense that doesn't make sense, science as yet undefined and unchartered, and i feel, personally, emotions can be used as a sensory "organ", that there must be some energies at work that dictates whether this