sycophite.blogspot.com
the silent speaks (or writes.)
http://sycophite.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html
A writer, eh? Not really. but why? Because i'm a hopeless romantic. taunt me. laugh like the hyena. do the hokey-pokey. pounce on me. tell me how hopeless i am. real hopeless. go ahead. that's fine with me. Or share some pity and feel my pain. isn't that him, the dying martyr? Oh, the poor chap. look at his frail limbs and fragile soul. but no, no. you'd never say that. Because i'm just a freakin' writer who no one cares about. do tell me if i'm wrong, huh. not that i care. Did you hear me? Maybe i'm bei...
sycophite.blogspot.com
the silent speaks (or writes.)
http://sycophite.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html
A writer, eh? Not really. but why? Because i'm a hopeless romantic. taunt me. laugh like the hyena. do the hokey-pokey. pounce on me. tell me how hopeless i am. real hopeless. go ahead. that's fine with me. Or share some pity and feel my pain. isn't that him, the dying martyr? Oh, the poor chap. look at his frail limbs and fragile soul. but no, no. you'd never say that. Because i'm just a freakin' writer who no one cares about. do tell me if i'm wrong, huh. not that i care. Did you hear me? Since then i'...
sycophite.blogspot.com
the silent speaks (or writes.)
http://sycophite.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html
A writer, eh? Not really. but why? Because i'm a hopeless romantic. taunt me. laugh like the hyena. do the hokey-pokey. pounce on me. tell me how hopeless i am. real hopeless. go ahead. that's fine with me. Or share some pity and feel my pain. isn't that him, the dying martyr? Oh, the poor chap. look at his frail limbs and fragile soul. but no, no. you'd never say that. Because i'm just a freakin' writer who no one cares about. do tell me if i'm wrong, huh. not that i care. Did you hear me? Asked my fath...
sycophite.blogspot.com
the silent speaks (or writes.)
http://sycophite.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html
A writer, eh? Not really. but why? Because i'm a hopeless romantic. taunt me. laugh like the hyena. do the hokey-pokey. pounce on me. tell me how hopeless i am. real hopeless. go ahead. that's fine with me. Or share some pity and feel my pain. isn't that him, the dying martyr? Oh, the poor chap. look at his frail limbs and fragile soul. but no, no. you'd never say that. Because i'm just a freakin' writer who no one cares about. do tell me if i'm wrong, huh. not that i care. Did you hear me? Me: uh. y...
sycophite.blogspot.com
the silent speaks (or writes.)
http://sycophite.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html
A writer, eh? Not really. but why? Because i'm a hopeless romantic. taunt me. laugh like the hyena. do the hokey-pokey. pounce on me. tell me how hopeless i am. real hopeless. go ahead. that's fine with me. Or share some pity and feel my pain. isn't that him, the dying martyr? Oh, the poor chap. look at his frail limbs and fragile soul. but no, no. you'd never say that. Because i'm just a freakin' writer who no one cares about. do tell me if i'm wrong, huh. not that i care. Did you hear me? Hindi susubuk...
psychotie.blogspot.com
storming the silence...: ...fare-well.
http://psychotie.blogspot.com/2005/04/fare-well.html
To everyone. this site is not used by the writer anymore. if you would please, proceed to http:/ psychorefined.blogspot.com for updates on his ragged road to happiness. but no one's stopping you from reading further. It's just too much. Too tired of holding back. Excruciating pain radiates seamlessly. A tattered heart's weary. Tears well up in his eyes;. Yes, those dark brown eyes. Then, deep in the night. Kneeling on a mattress. Engulfed in the eerie darkness. Right from the crevices of his soul. But to...
psychotie.blogspot.com
storming the silence...: February 2005
http://psychotie.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html
To everyone. this site is not used by the writer anymore. if you would please, proceed to http:/ psychorefined.blogspot.com for updates on his ragged road to happiness. but no one's stopping you from reading further. The rose, . torn (epilogue? Js prom '05: last of 4 parts). And held the rose - too tight. Was there a problem? Don't you realize what you've just done? Fine he took her away. That's NOT supposed to mean you have an excuse to dance with someone else. A last dance is a LAST dance. The rose,...
psychotie.blogspot.com
storming the silence...: March 2005
http://psychotie.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html
To everyone. this site is not used by the writer anymore. if you would please, proceed to http:/ psychorefined.blogspot.com for updates on his ragged road to happiness. but no one's stopping you from reading further. A pain in my neck. Ten laps, lahat ng strokes! I woke up to the stifled shoutings of my father. He was outraged at the fact that i was just sleeping during the family reunion. I had my reasons, however;. The other night i was black and blue all over the bed. An irregular insomnia attack.
