Her guts are trussed and she smells just like the afternoon's humidity. She only had 5 hours of sleep and as usual, glum circles infest her amygdaline eyes. She eats cereals for luncheon and she smokes when nature calls. In the white-tiled loo, she sings. She admires the echolalia of her own voice: a trampoline of erratic (or other times, manic) melodies.
Her soles are pink and she tastes just like the nighttime's melancholy. Instead of numbering sheep, she resorts to estrous gazing. She doesn't drowse off, not unless she buries her eyes' glasses underneath her sheets. Sometimes, she would precede the rapid movements of her eyes and she dreams while half-awake. She lays still. And she dreams, half-asleep.
Fastforward 'til 5 hours later, it's daylight again. It's time.
Serenade her. Persuade her.
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Eяin Heяoin
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it's my first time to visit you and i really, really like what i see. i'm glad you left a comment on one of my favorite blogs. otherwise, i wouldn't have seen your page.
this is an example of a perfect blog post: succinct, thought-proviking and beautiful in thought and structure. i'm a fan, basterda. :D
this is an example of a perfect blog post: succinct, thought-proviking and beautiful in thought and structure. i'm a fan, basterda. :D
lucas
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February 25, 2010 at 2:41 PM
me too... it's my first time here and i'm liking it...
i love your wordplays...very poetic and has depth... :) keep writing, i'll read...
i love your wordplays...very poetic and has depth... :) keep writing, i'll read...
@Citybuoy (the inverted one, rather):
Thanks for landing on my page and for taking time to read them and even like my style. :) Having a "fan" is surely gratifying. But, hey, my posts are far from perfect. Nevertheless, it is my pleasure to entertain readers, such as you.
Cheers.
Thanks for landing on my page and for taking time to read them and even like my style. :) Having a "fan" is surely gratifying. But, hey, my posts are far from perfect. Nevertheless, it is my pleasure to entertain readers, such as you.
Cheers.
@Lucas:
Another thank you goes to a first-timer here. :) And, yes, I promised myself to write more this year and it's great (not to mention a bit pressuring, too) to know that a few people has actually read (and even liked) my first shorts.
Cheers to you also!
Another thank you goes to a first-timer here. :) And, yes, I promised myself to write more this year and it's great (not to mention a bit pressuring, too) to know that a few people has actually read (and even liked) my first shorts.
Cheers to you also!
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Her Horal Derailment
Her guts are trussed and she smells just like the afternoon's humidity. She only had 5 hours of sleep and as usual, glum circles infest her amygdaline eyes. She eats cereals for luncheon and she smokes when nature calls. In the white-tiled loo, she sings. She admires the echolalia of her own voice: a trampoline of erratic (or other times, manic) melodies.
Her soles are pink and she tastes just like the nighttime's melancholy. Instead of numbering sheep, she resorts to estrous gazing. She doesn't drowse off, not unless she buries her eyes' glasses underneath her sheets. Sometimes, she would precede the rapid movements of her eyes and she dreams while half-awake. She lays still. And she dreams, half-asleep.
Fastforward 'til 5 hours later, it's daylight again. It's time.
Serenade her. Persuade her.
Her soles are pink and she tastes just like the nighttime's melancholy. Instead of numbering sheep, she resorts to estrous gazing. She doesn't drowse off, not unless she buries her eyes' glasses underneath her sheets. Sometimes, she would precede the rapid movements of her eyes and she dreams while half-awake. She lays still. And she dreams, half-asleep.
Fastforward 'til 5 hours later, it's daylight again. It's time.
Serenade her. Persuade her.
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Born in the mid-80s, Erin Herøin is a marveller of non-sequitur writing, cinematic films, & analogue photography.
Before, she used to be an aspiring physician; now, she is a newbie bassist who has 5.50/5.00 eyes & black tattoos on her right arm.
She's the former chief editor of Lomography's international magazine, the founder of Whilst We Wait, & the author of Paranoirexia.
Today, she curates and directs Parallel Planets, an online publication on creatives worldwide.
She dwells in the Eastern border of Manila with her pet pussies.
Before, she used to be an aspiring physician; now, she is a newbie bassist who has 5.50/5.00 eyes & black tattoos on her right arm.
She's the former chief editor of Lomography's international magazine, the founder of Whilst We Wait, & the author of Paranoirexia.
Today, she curates and directs Parallel Planets, an online publication on creatives worldwide.
She dwells in the Eastern border of Manila with her pet pussies.
it's my first time to visit you and i really, really like what i see. i'm glad you left a comment on one of my favorite blogs. otherwise, i wouldn't have seen your page.
ReplyDeletethis is an example of a perfect blog post: succinct, thought-proviking and beautiful in thought and structure. i'm a fan, basterda. :D
me too... it's my first time here and i'm liking it...
ReplyDeletei love your wordplays...very poetic and has depth... :) keep writing, i'll read...
@Citybuoy (the inverted one, rather):
ReplyDeleteThanks for landing on my page and for taking time to read them and even like my style. :) Having a "fan" is surely gratifying. But, hey, my posts are far from perfect. Nevertheless, it is my pleasure to entertain readers, such as you.
Cheers.
@Lucas:
ReplyDeleteAnother thank you goes to a first-timer here. :) And, yes, I promised myself to write more this year and it's great (not to mention a bit pressuring, too) to know that a few people has actually read (and even liked) my first shorts.
Cheers to you also!