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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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Friday :: 28 March 2008 :: 19:37
My armalite farts have been odorless lately so when Joyce and I were dispensing coffee from the vending machine this morning I conducted an orchestra of fart music while boasting, “Ayan! Utot ako! Utot ako! Pramis, walang amoy!” Two seconds later, the execrable stench of my deadly fart inevitably penetrated our noses, proving otherwise.XD The universe is ludicrous. Common sense isn’t common. Wisdom from experience doesn’t always guarantee the right answers to impending hypotheses. I stink, I swear to God.XP I stink of sweat, vinegar, rotten cheese, and garlic and onion from the almond peanuts munchibles. I bought new curtains!XD Greeeeeeen curtains! Hurrah! With horizontal pastel blue and mocha brown stripes in them! My body perspired 10% of my bodily water fluids this afternoon just by replacing my grimy sapgreen rayon curtains, which hung on my sliding windows for five months straight. The soothe that collected on my curtains has a purpose, see. I am allergic to sunlight, especially at the break of dawn and during the late golden afternoon—and the sunlight in between them; I practically abhor all daylight, the entire half-day of sweltering heat.XP That’s prolly one of the reasons why I have terminal insomnia; insufficient light permeates my retinae thereby producing inadequate amounts of melatonin, the hormone secreted by the pineal gland, to induce sleep. And onto the purpose of the soothe and grime collecting on my curtains!XP This is the megapolis and the pollution outside is literally palpable you can walk through it unnoticed. The soothe, grime, and dust caking my five-month-old curtains obscure sunlight, moonlight, and artificial lights thereof, cloaking my apartment in coal-black darkness by the passing of days, except of course, for the infrared light which renders my apartment bright at a frequency human beings cannot see. And since my retinae are accustomed to darkness, my eyesight has evolved to include infrared frequencies as part of my nocturnal survival skills. I am thus unhuman. In fact, I am an oven toaster.XP Holy crap! Cigarettes are awesome.XD I have only one cigarette left to burn before I hit the shower. Booo. I am sleepy. Damn it. Work begins at twenty-one hundred hours. Ends at six hundred hours the next day. And then the sunlight.X0 Grarrrr. | |