Winds Of Change (Time To Talk Some Sense… ?)

As I write this, the Philippines is being battered by typhoon Reming. And my skin is feverishly excited to once more welcome the mighty winds! Yes, on stormy occasions, my electrolytes are on a surge (wooopeee! wooopeee!).

But I have to make sense once in a while. So as a sign of respect for this pre-Christmas typhoon, here I go…

Although a typhoon ain’t really that huge anymore as compared to a hurricane these days, a storm is still a storm.

And what about a political storm?

Well, click here and –no doubt– you’ll see the ugliest tropical bitch your eyes would set upon.

“The soup is too salty.”

O, crag… what else should I do if the Muse has stopped slurping my dick (…the birds no more sing…)? What? What? What?

What?

(Well… might as well go home to Parañaque and plant camote, Pepe.)

Yes.

Goodbye, cruel world.

Goodbye.

Reming, sweep me off my feeble feet | after I brush my teeth | three times a day | particularly this acidic day.

(Man, you’re worse than a drunken asswipe…)

At least, I’m not as unfortunate as Mike Arroyo’s wife. No way.

But where is this post headed to?

(Well, today, I am headed to Landayan, San Pedro, Laguna, for the consecration of Santo Sepulcro into a shrine –”"”peace peace peace peace peace peace“”"Save thyself. Save/Grave. | Thy/Die. | Self/Help. For a better tomorrow/bone marrow. Falling away from me. Falling Away From Me).

Then what?

What?

There I shall see the mysterious Lagunense church’s spires

are like

fingers pointing

heavenward,

commanding,

saying “Up to your feet –

coward!”

and face the fact that, as you write this, the Philippines is being battered by a typhoon.

(DISCLAIMER: This post does not contain fancy words such as discombobulating, hifalutin, cretin, alabaster, gobbledygook, churva, etc. But it is, indeed, full of gibberish. So enjoy your lunch. Pepe will be back to normal if he survives his

Goodbye, cruel world

nonsense.)

I AM PEPE ALAS. COME WITH ME.

DIVE WITH ME.

EAT SUGAR WITH ME.

DANCE WITH ME.

SPEAK SPANISH BREAD WITH ME.

REBURY RIZAL WITH ME.

MAKE LOVE TO ME.

FILL ME WITH PILLS.

AND UNSAVE ME.

D’YOU HEAR ME?

ANSWER ME!

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