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I'm not a graceful person. I'm not a Sunday morning or a Friday sunset. I am a Tuesday 2AM, I am gunshots muffled by a few city blocks, I am a broken window during February. My bones crack on a nightly basis. I fall from elegance with a dull thud, and I apologize for my awkward sadness. I sometimes believe that I don't belong around people, that I belong to all the leap days that didn't happen. The way light and darkness mix under my skin has become a storm. You don't see the lightning, but you hear the echoes.

Tuesday, December 23, 2014

my life after ...

at http://www.wattpad.com/user/lovelace1970 ... short stories of young hungry (sometimes angry) writers

at http://lovelace1970.tumblr.com/ ... the world's oldest juvenile delinquent enjoying delicious words of Poindexter, Tyler Knott,  Faudet, Lang, Erin, Finn and some of the best of Pinoy Indie

at https://www.bloglovin.com/lovelace1970 ... organizin' my fave blogs ahuh

at http://www.ebay.ph/usr/lovelace1970 ... tryin' to go global, and hopin' to etsy soon ;-) 



having said that --- this gypsy's fairy tales spinning here, in this place --- cheers to all the musing, the doodles, the rants, and thanksgiving!  crazybeautiful!  over the years, this remains my secret hiding place, my Annex away from the Gestapo.  Only blood friends know about this, and of course Mark and his trolls (but the trolls are dead now so .... ;-* )




meant to follow
public but unknown
hobby centric ... reading blogging shopping
there's actually a big highway out there beyond Zuckerberg
my prayer is for  homo sapiens especially adults to use these platforms the way it should be ... as I am fucking! tired of fucking ! hook ups in fucking! social places like fucking! Facebook!, g+, yahoo,and for heaven's sake even Goodreads and linkedin.  Now you get it (even with my officemates prodding (bordering to irritating persistence!) --- I don't fucking! Tinder!
and Tinder the first time I tried it (giving in to Momma Evie) ... all I found were lonely, sad middle aged men with too-good-to-be-true profile pictures, who claim without guilt or shame to be single, never married, separated, divorced, widowed LOL ...  and push it even farther disguising flirting behind poor choice of adjectives and adverbs and nouns and hobbies and interests and values --- trying to oversell or undersell themselves --- damn I was there the first time and I knew right away that if I was gonna fall to any one of them --- maloloko na naman ako, pati gallbaldder ko iiyak, and am gonna break my poor old silly heart again, and this fucking circle is never gonna stop --- this silly old hag is never gonna get stitched.
and die in pulverized pieces instead.
Tinder men like Facebook men --- damned they're so good at it.  you'll never know the difference (if there's any at all).  they concoct stories like bible truths.  hide the real status of their personal lives behind self-proclaimed responsible fatherhood.  and swear their love and adoration for you, and lie about it. and and still (dunno how) they can sleep peacefully like babies at bedtime.

So I am no less a  has-been deep throatin' pornstar who ascended back to heaven cause baby, your world is no place for me*.

*a little alchemy on D. Ochs

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