i was born a backstabber
Sunday, June 10, 2007
I was told to hold the gun straight. I kept my grip tight around the wachamacallit, eyes focused on the target. Sweat was dripping profusely, and I blinked a few times, only when my sweat was about to burn the surface of my eyes. I heard silence at its finest form, and somehow, I trembled slightly. I was asked if I was afraid. I thought for moment, but hurriedly answered 'no' back. I got a reaffirming pat on the back. I still shook slightly. When a continuous train of thought about something started to flow in, I was ordered to fire. I fired, surprise all over my face.
The glass mirror broke, and butterflies came out of the smear of blood.
smiled at the sun again @ 6:46 PM,
3 Comments:
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At June 11, 2007 at 12:08 PM,
jose angeles. said...
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you don't drip sweat profusely, drip means little, profusely a lot.
and you don't drip sweat!!! ano ka? faucet? -
At June 11, 2007 at 12:28 PM,
jose angeles. said...
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oh lord impale me: tiningnan ko ung devart acct ni rj remulla (photographer ng the 'phish' series) tapos biglan naghang ung firefox.
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At June 13, 2007 at 8:01 AM,
sunkissedsmile said...
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you're smart, you should know what i mean.