pretty little words

how can you not notice that it’s you?

her

does the movie going public love to see jodie foster get beaten up by thugs/muggers/would-be-evil-doers with in an inch of her life or has she been typecast into the role of a 40 something year old woman whose life revolves around her child/work/eeking out a livng when her husband has either a.died a horrible,horrible death b.left her for a younger woman who is probably less frigid and gives off less of the i am gay vibe c.been missing for years and is now back in the form of uber sexy richard gere?
what is it with the masses that they get some sort of collective erection when they see this 5-ft woman get her psycho on when she has finally “had enough”?
could her roles be the feminine version of that kid who killed that big guy with that rock and sling sorta thingamajig (hit him in the eye or something..beat the odds..saved his people..something)?or is it some deeper,more disturbing reason that we connect with her in these roles (boss fired you?bring a shotgun to work day.the missus nagging you too much?pretend shes missing after walking the family dog pooches).
do we find her more attractive whne sh is in a fit of panic?rage?confusion?bleeding from almost every orifice?or does she just do a damn good job of portraying victim-victim no more?
whatever it is that we gather from her performance is our business.but one things for sure..if she connects with her audience when a fist connects with her face,well..i hear an oscar beating madly on her door.

cut me out a paper girl
with scissors and some glue
cut me out the perfect lover
cut me a figure of you

give her a skirt that kisses her thighs
with a button easy to undo
smiling and drunken almond eyes
lips that belong to you

cut her out a paper heart
and make it beat-beat to
the sound of my lustlovemadwoman art
my words in songs of truth

give her an iron lung
smoking like a fire
give her the flesh of the young
smoking with desire

cut her out a pair of dancing feet
and hips that swing and sway
make her fingers long and sweet
with a hold i can hold all day

give her my love,my heart,my poetry,my songs
singing like a lover waiting
writing like a lover stung
loving like a lover waiting

cut me out a paper girl
with scissors and some glue
cut me out my perfect lover
cut me a figure of you

I lie in an early bed, thinking late thoughts
Waiting for the black to replace my blue
I do not struggle in your web
Because it was my aim to get caught
But daddy longlegs, I feel that I’m finally growing weary
Of waiting to be consumed by you
Give me the first taste, let it begin heaven cannot wait
Forever
Darling, just start the chase - I’ll let you win but you must
Make the endeavor
Oh, your love gives me a heart contusion
Adagio breezes fill my skin with sudden red
Your hungry flirt borders intrusion
I’m building memories on things we have not said
Full is not heavy as empty
Not nearly my love
Not nearly my love
Not nearly
Give me the first taste, let it begin heaven cannot wait
Forever
Darling, just start the chase - I’ll let you win, but you must
Make the endeavor

we are of the rotten bunch
but man arent we stylish
we all throw a weaker punch
but hey we all wear gucci
with socks and shoes that match
the enemy will yield
to the shining A/X suits i wear
to the iPod that i wield

we are of the waylaid group
moving as a pack
like a rich and filthy inbred soup
we’re missed until we’re back
from the girls,the boys,the dirty public noise
the life ala telenovela
we’ll live as though life’s a tv show
like an indie flick shown in ayala

we are of the lazy crowd
all artisans and heirs
working with our parents dough
but shit,this could last us years
the vogue,the hype,the embassy nights
the mag:net and saguijo daze
we’ll mingle with all the rich singles
and propagate this race.

rak en roll
haha

i can curse.
really well.
i’m good at it.
no,wait..i’m a great curser.
but i opt not to all the time.
bite your tongue little girl
i say to myself.
hold that thought.
pause.
ponder.
be polite.
i’m not being a hypocrite.
i’m just steadying my spoken stingers.
i mean why waste a completely,
utterly good curse
when there is a time,
a place,
a person,
an idiotic (ah not cursing) cab driver
when you can let all hell and brimstone loose
and it will be appropriately..appropriate?
focus.
keep it together.
and the opportunity will..
come.
so till then
tra-la-la….

beer is heavy on the head
a cocktail mix of pharm life tricks
sends you straight to bed
maybe if i get my kicks with weed
i’ll avoid meth when meth i meet

but you oh you,you hit me like a punch
black and blue,purple haze drunk
you,oh you
bring out in me the poet
when my lips have not even touched a moet
you,oh you
my indigestible drug
my itchy,crawly, under and in my skin bug
you oh you should just kiss me and smile
that’s all it takes to get me high

carbs make you fat and starving gets you
starved
a bit of slashing is easily seen
and i dont want to be carved
coke is a can of sugar
coke is a bag of sniff
chocklit is sweet too and sometimes it does
the trick

but you,oh you,you get me so hooked
you shake your tush,you read you book
and i am so…unbelievably steadily shook
you,oh you,you smile and i sigh
you bat an eyelash and my heart
beats triple time
you come my way,my path,my space
to get out the door or to get some more
but you,oh you
i will always come for
coz you’re all i need
to float
to fly
you are all i need to get oh so high

imagine you meet someone.
she’s got great eyes. a knock out smile,a good kind heart
and she’s really cute.
you’re atrracted to her.
she’s attracted to you.
sparks fly.
jump.
they dance.
it’s static electricity right at your fingertips
and you arent even moving.
No carpet.
No socks.
No physical mainfestation of energy.
just attraction.
just you.
just her.
so you get to know her.
she isnt perfect.
she dresses weird.
she’s not so polite.
she does’nt have great table manners
and she walks funny.
but she is always happy to see you.
always loses her balance whenever
you come near her.
she flings herself into your arms
every single time she sees you coming home to her.
you realize you realy like her.
so,you help her.
you dress her up better than she can dress herself.
you teach her proper etiquette and she says
“thank you” more.
“please” when needed.
“may i” if unsure.
she still walks funny but she is still
always happy to see you.
and you realize you love her.
so you spend 24 hours of 4 months with her.
4 months loving her.
hating her.
leaving her.
coming home to her.
loving her.
loving her.
loving her.
and you realize..you love her.
you cant keep her.
hold her forever because that only happens in
fairytales.
you wish you were in one.

a dog for everyone

Luna.
4 months old.
female.
american cocker spaniel.

for the security concious:
she will kill burglars/would be attackers with her cuteness

for reggae fans:
she has dreadlock ready hair mon,
mattes on its own if you decide not to comb it.

for cat lovers:
oh she lurves cats too.lurves,lurves them!!!

for the suckers for cuteness:
she is puppy dog eyes personified (dogsonified?)

for the kids:
she has the energy of a 2 year old hopped up on sugar.play all you want.

for the control freaks:
she is obedient and intelligent.
knows some commands.
fetch.
up.
stay.
NO!
come.
out.

for the religious:
she attacks like a possessed el shaddai follower (complete with a chant sounding bark)

for gay hairdressers:
her hair is like..a make-over waiting to happen.

for the hypochondriacs:
shes completely vaccinated (by the spca no less) so no fear of sudden leptospirosis contamination or distemper dangers here

for the strict fathers:
she will never break her curfew.
ask for another new phone.
bring home a boyfriend.
sounds good eh.

for the boys after girls:
you get the much coveted “aaaw” factor
need i say more?

for the mothers who hate it when their sons leave their laundry everywhere:
she will rip them apart if those rancid undies/stinky gym socks/over used jock straps are within her reach. surely a lesson for your sons.

for the girls:
she likes studly boy dogs
enjoys dressing up.
fixing her nails.
getting her hair done.

for the i-want-my-own-identity people
she chose her own name
(when i got her at 2 months old, i put her in a box and put newsies under her for sanitation reasons.i asked her what name she wanted and she looked up at me with a piece of paper with the word “buwan” on it.)

for sale:
only to a good home.
8k but very negotiable.
comes with a lot of accessories (leashes,combs,toys)