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an abstraction of thought suddenly cram into your day. unwittingly, you fall into a coma and nothing seem right in your side of the world. the clouds shudder and a heavy downpour drown the best of what you ever wanted to be. its that time of year. the time when you have to dwell on the fact that soon enough , the winds will howl harder and signals will be given and lifted as often as you bat your lashes.
milenyo and reming were two unwelcome guests last year. this time around, everybody hope them howlers will simply tease the northern periphery of things. i cannot seem to imagine myself holding close to the screen door sailing upon the roaring wind and rain intruding upon the privacy of my half-demented self ... i promised to be nice after that. or half-sleeping in a bench embraced by (and not embracing) a mongrel-bitch tossed over our fench; who now wears a name like 'gladys'. or having to blindly shift through channels of flood spread carelessly all over the exit points of where i live. or having to blog it all , same time , next year.
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