it's harder to destroy them and it's harder to detect them

leave her alone, please. my mom needs you gone.
as long as she is haunted she'll never get strong.
my mom needs you gone.

if you hadn't nailed it to the perch, it'd be pushing up the daisies

10. 16. 2009

rest in peace, layla.

one fell swoop

by ankie.
http://onefellswoop.tumblr.com/

ankie's amazing. she taught me how to handle something very important.

okay.

okay.

(words: modest mouse)

does it float?

so this is how the end feels like.
i can't describe it, it feels too normal.

help for ondoy victims

by ray zapanta

by marla cabanban

t-t-today junior

graphics reel v1.0 from artstokedjunkie on Vimeo.

bani's v. awesome work in progress. http://artstokedjunkie.tumblr.com/
"the kapre's cough woke the sleeping tiyanak, and it began to cry" hahaha

there's solace a bit for submitting to the fitfully cryptically true

what's happened has happened, what's coming is already on its way--
with a role for me to play

not a verb, but an interjection

but your life was one long emergency

didn't you think i knew that you were born with the power of a locomotive--able to leap tall buildings in a single bound?

Philomela sang but she was too far away to be heard hah o fucking well, right, Ted?

well you sipped from the cup but you don't own up to anything

i'll dive into my ink hole than sleep on the sixth hour

by aris
http://aristowtel.tumblr.com/ (VISIT!)

deargod, i wish i could draw better. i wanna make awesome stuff, too.

everybody bow your head for the greatest inspiration, a complete contradiction

chan saved my life last night.

right now my mother’s asleep in her room. they will open up her knee again next month cos they have to culture something right now and i don’t know the details, really. i’m not a doctor. (i hate doctors). i haven’t left the house since last sunday. staying in has been decent, i guess. i don’t need to drive to work anymore, and i could always lie down whenever i want to. i work from home now because i really don’t have any other choice. the headaches that i’ve been complaining about since last month are still here. i’ve tried to ignore those motherfuckers and my father bought a box of mefenamic acid so all’s well. i have my mother’s name tattooed on my shoulder. i don’t have any names to put on my skin anymore.

and yeah last night chan saved my life.

i was concentrating on something last month. that’s why i was genuinely busy. i think that’s where the eye/head/skull pain came from. but it’s over now, i’m done, i’m proud of it. i don’t know where to get the validation, tho. cos i can’t show it to anyone other than this one creature/mist/illusion/figment/ghost. i don’t know if i ever saw it, really. i don’t know.

i’ve been fixated on this band called company of thieves. this one song called “the fire song” is fucking awesome. it’s a wonderful story. try spotting the live performances and see how much genevieve the vocalist FEELS. god damn.

a lot of things happened this month. and i hated august. and i am currently hating september. But something tells me that october’s gonna be different. i’m game for anything right now. any change will do. i’ll nurse whatever the universe will give me because i’ve officially given up.

chan saved my life last night so i made this:

backhand, role reversal

thank you, chan. you are very pretty and alive. walking down the street and noticing no change might save me too. we'll see.