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Wordgasm is a portmanteau of words and orgasm, “word whoring” to put, an intellectual ejaculation of words and lexicons and sesquipedalians and googlewhacks and such, where cliches are strictly prohibited and stereotypes are burnt at stake. Nihil sub sole novum, the Ecclesiastes say; there is nothing new under the sun. It is only but the words that grant the world a whole new spectrum of perception. And the point is? I have no idea.
Call me Tobey. I’m twentyish, with a gender that involves a vagina. I live in Quezon City. And I go to the University of the Philippines, taking an academic course that requires a large vocabulary and stupendous amounts of imagination. How do you get that? You quaff a gallon of black coffee and gawk at your empty bank account. That would be enough inspiration. More »
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Saturday :: 26 April 2008 :: 16:46
Fuck. I forgot to write yesterday. Now I can’t remember what happened the other day. Gaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh. I are cursed! Me memories are anathematized!XP I remember the book Good Omens: The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter, Witch by Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman; they named one of the characters Anathema. Wahahahaha.XD Funny. Some of my memories are coming back whereas Butiki’s memories are declining. We’ve observed recently that we’re switching personalities… :o He’s beginning to have psychoses too. He hears voices in the restroom and hallucinates about water running on his legs and snakes crawling inside his pants. No work yesterday.:D Tippled Red Horse with Butiki, Strawberry, and Snake then played chess with the Lizard until four in the morning while drinking Grand Matador. I lost the game. Damn it! I was so inebriated I remember nil about it. He said we even went out to buy cigarettes and balut while we staggered walking drunk. Jesus Christ. A drunk couple on the street scavenging for duck eggs.XP He just left for Surigao. Waaaaaaaahhhh. I’m going to diiiiiieeeeee!!!! | |