from across the way.
5 hours away.

: part I. walked into town barefoot in my comadre shirt and my non-existent black reebok shorts. fascination with free origami handouts at the back of borders and met up with cayangcat and suragani. and we went to world of sports and checked out shoes and by that time i already had slippers on. part II. went to a goth club and checked out bad electro-clash on a really bad stereo and all the freaks had really bad makeup on. :

listen to ritchie valens.

work. and work.
and performances and teachers.
and plays and recitals.
and students. and work.

i'm sure i could have better dreams than those.

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and i have this dammit janet song (from the rocky horror show) stuck in my head.
so not funny.

dreams of paranoia.
dreams of rashes.
dreams of dreams and everything in between.

work has been good.
health has been no good.
i am not complaining.

as of 02022007, gryswtr@blogspot.com is 5 years old. presents are very much welcome.
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listen to material girl by madonna.

---> (of 05jan07)
"never mix it with black tea", she said, and when you're just about to collapse into slumber, the invisible finger switches your mind on. inhaling the nicotine strongly, absorbing the air around you with strange fondness. and she was friendly for the first hour. making conversation and feeling a little too confident. crashing the final hours with a splitting headache and it had to rain at the precise moment. luck was on her side when she met her lover and they held hands throughout the nite...
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where art thou's dreams?
my new bed and mattress are horrible and giving me backaches. hence lately, for the first few minutes of wake-ness, instead of reminiscing, i end up cursing and worrying about my spine more than anything else. but constantly reminding myself, this is only temporary. and the new abode will come before i know it.

blue oyster cult still...

: i ran away from him because he said something silly. perhaps i was sensitive and overreacted. but perhaps he shouldn't have said it in the first place. and i ran so fast. in that strange park. and almost fell off a cliff. he almost caught up with me. it was cold and i was shivering, trembling, my heart racing. surrounded by moss, weeds and emptiness. and i managed to get out of that maze. and stumbled my way up a double decker bus. he never found me but he sent me a text message. an apology. :


dreams are constantly shattered over and over.
how often do i glue back the pieces?
soon these pieces will crumble and fade.
and these dreams are no more.
believe in nothing and achieve nothing.


i don't know.
i don't know what to know.
oh hello kind stranger. please hold my hand and lift me up.

: part I. walked through the woods with a highschool classmate avoiding dinosaurs and such. part II. attended school and was also involved in a play where i played some old woman with a paperbag over my head. part III. met unnecessary people outside a club and listened to a street performer on his harmonica-type thing and made fun of spanish whores who were running down the hill from an abandoned house. :

eat vitamins and listen to pyramids.

the drugs are working. and at the same time they're not.
what supposedly makes you better, kills you.
and what kills you makes you live even more.
you dig?

been consuming way too much blue cap and while it elates me for a couple of minutes, seconds, the adrenaline cycles backwards. no rush during. sensations before and after. it's not that fun anymore. experiencing the same numbness. the feeling of your teeth falling out, soul floating out. and it's not like i havent a choice not to do it but it's been almost routine and i needed someone to slap me in the head.


thanks to thejealouspunk for waking me up.
for providing my greatest fix.

now that i've acquired the necessary tools for my existence,

it's back to the slaughterhouse.


kill! kill! kill!