SaBlog... That Means You Can't Think Right.

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2006-04-30T00:05:00.000-07:00

No regrets, just tears I guess, of a longing for time and space and touch and a life with you again. No bitterness, just a throb I guess, for picking up pieces of who you were, who you would still have been and who you would have still held dear. No more crying, just a little sob I guess, for all the time you held this hand and prayed for this heart or worried for this mind. No more pain, just an ache I guess, for all the absent affection and for the void that will last time without end.
What were you thinking the moment you left? What did you see the moment you decided to bid adieu? Did you see me without you and did you feel a speck of remorse? Now do you see me and not feel my grief? It doesn’t matter anymore. It doesn’t make sense any longer.

2005-06-11T02:08:00.000-07:00

ChroKnack #9: Spidey You Just Stroke Out
ChroKnack by chronic kid

2005-06-11T02:03:00.000-07:00

ChroKnack #8: Mousey You Just Stroke Out
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2005-06-05T01:33:00.000-07:00

ChroKnack #7: Slugblog
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2005-06-02T00:59:00.000-07:00

ChroKnack #6: Frogblog
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2005-05-29T07:39:00.000-07:00

ChroKnack #5: Lazy Afternoon In Captivity
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2005-05-07T02:33:00.000-07:00

ChroKnack #4: Untitled
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2005-05-07T00:23:00.000-07:00

ChroKnack #3: El Nino Delinquente
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2005-05-06T03:00:00.000-07:00

ChroKnack #2: A Guitarist's Grief
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2005-05-06T02:51:00.000-07:00

ChroKnack#1: Heavy Metal
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The Kumars

2005-05-06T02:48:00.000-07:00

It's funny how you fall in love with two people... Bitches the size of Greenland and Iceland together, who kill time making absurd remarks of your mole.

Image from ChroKnack by chronic kid (PRIMAgeries)

2005-05-05T21:36:00.000-07:00

Told you the moon was full of rock(s)!

17 Across

2005-05-05T13:41:00.000-07:00

Have you ever tried answering crosswords featured on the Sunday papers? I never was a character who’d go about drinking coffee in the morning while reading the papers. In a very rare occasion, and out of sheer boredom, I’d pick up a newspaper and go straight to either the funnies, the horoscope (that I never really had faith in), or the society section looking for prominent personages to spite, for their ability to squander relative sums of cash on a dress or pieces of trinkets, each costing an amount that would be able to feed Guinea-Bissau for a quarter of a year.

Until recently, I discovered the joy of crossword puzzles. Getting my dose of the superficial horoscope, my attention was caught by 17 Across. Victor _ _ _ _ _ _ _, Director (Wizard of Oz). I knew the answer! So I scampered for a pen not knowing what the rush was since I wouldn’t expect the Sunday paper to self destruct in fifteen seconds anyway. Fleming! Victor Fleming directed The Wizard of Oz starring Judy Garland in 1939.

Out of the blue, the thought struck me. I was gay. I was drag gay! Only gay people would know the details of long-standing MGM movies. I gave this more deliberation. I seriously love Barbara Streisand and Abba; I catch myself humming songs from a Ginger Rogers Movie called Roxy Hart and I find everything about the 60s irresistible. This is probably why I’ve watched Pricilla, Queen of the Dessert twelve times in a span of six days.

Incidentally, the question about Director Victor's last name was not 17 Across but 17 Down instead. So the answer “F L E M I N G” was for 17 Down indeed. No wonder I didn’t know where to put the G.

An Ode To My Lungs

2005-04-28T01:50:00.000-07:00

Once I coughed a nasty cough
And to my suprise
My chest wasn't tough enough.

I had to spit something out...
Something fleshy and red
And when I saw it,
It blew my head.

It was a piece of my lung.
My poor fucked up lung.
What could this be?
Maybe T.B.?

Is The Force Strong With Me?

2005-04-21T23:33:00.000-07:00

I am not a Star Wars Fanatic!

The Jedi Song
-chronic kid

Anakin Skywalker never knew he’d cross the dark side
But so did I. So Did I.

Obi Wan Kenobi never lost his true virginity
Just like me. Just like me.

So I dream of wearing those long brown robes
Feeling like a slave who was sold
To some weird thing from outer space
With a trunk for a nose and a colored face.
I’d give my life to a certain force that I can’t understand
All because you broke my heart
And I can’t hold your hand.

Master Yoda seems to be
So darn pissed at me
Because I still cry
And I feel the pain
And it’s you, just you
Driving me insane.
No Jedi could ever see
Just how much you mean to me.

So I dream of flying far from here
I wish that I'd just disappear
To a place where pain does not exists
Where falling I could just resist.
I’ll travel to a distant place
That’s what I’ll do
Till I find my Amidala in a planet named Naboo.

I’ll fight those clones and all those droids
Just to fill this lonely void
But my light saber’s color is blue
And all my strength just comes from you.
I’ll travel to a distant place
That’s what I’ll do
Till I find my Amidala in a planet named Naboo.

Congratulations Sir... It's A Blog!!

2005-04-21T23:30:00.000-07:00

The first person who ever asked me to post a blog was my friend Denise...

I never gave it thought though, until just this afternoon when Kelly asked me about that big black notebook I always carried wherever we went. My mind dove into a swamp of memories.
When I say swamp, I mean SWAMP! With green shit, gators and all.

There were certain events that slashed at my insides and I'd just feel like plugging my wet nose into a high-voltage socket out of a fit of self pity. And there are those that take me into a weird non-rational world, where everything felt so sunny and fragrant. These memories still made me want to plug my wet nose into a high-voltage socket thinking that they are only reminiscence of a pleasing, anger-free past. *sigh*

So I decided to post my blog, blogs, whatever. I would like to believe that this is therapeutic and it would decrease the chances of me going odd. Though I still, to a certain extent, think that making your thoughts known to the world and giving the public prerogative to append comments that may or may not spoil your self-esteem, is quite bizarre.

Congratulations sir… it’s a bouncing, baby blog!