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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» The Man Who Had Two Assholes
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» Talikasan @ Mt. Daguldol
11.11.07 - 17:56
I am sneezy, sniffy, and swooning about the pad. (Yeah. I have a new pad. A claustrophobic one-bedroom apartment painted pale pumpkin orange and sky blue. Fenestrated, that, but I rather keep the curtains drawn for my retinae are sensitive to sunlight.) And I am sick. It must be a case of smoking too much cigarettes while drinking frigorific bottles of Red Horse beer, and the cold wind of the fan slapping directly to my face. I swear. I could've been malingering had I still been at work. But I resigned, mind you. Work shmork. Scratch that--I didn't resign; I went AWOL.XP
Holy shit. I ain't feeling well.
Somebody hug me.XP