Misery Miss

Let me tell you about a game I play
Where I close my eyes and fade away

A Festooning of Worms

Someday I will be honored food for worms;

My Epitome of a Doppelganger

I’m wearing an evident red mask

I Saw a Procession of the Virgin Mary at 3am

I take my cigarette break at 3 in the cold morning and it lasts for fifteen minutes

Psychoanalysis Approach: My Unfortunate Lesson Plan

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When I was still in college, our professor told us to fabricate a lesson plan. It will revolve around the specific topic that we are assigned the whole semester. Honestly, this “lesson plan thing” of mine is incorrect in terms of the format. Lucky for me I had this topic stuffed in my mind since the day we started our thesis. Hence, the Psychoanalysis Approach. However, the way the approach is discussed and elaborated below is valid. I don’t like the notion of the activities, though. As for the moment, check it yourself and let me know if I miss something essential here.

An Ode To Brielle

I am already a father to a lovely son. With this, I want to thank my wife for giving me a wonderful gift wherein she did a very glorious job in popping out the baby. Sorry for the term. It is quite loathsome, indeed. Nonetheless, I'm a self-proclaimed poet and I want to take this time to offer one of my pieces to my son, Kyle Brielle. 

P.S I hope he grows to be the man her Grandma wants him to be. You know exactly what I mean. 

A Satellite's Diary

I'm really not a fan of short short stories (though this one is a short short short story). I prefer reading lengthy stuffs like those of Encyclopedias. You know, I am a self-proclaimed geek fat boy.
Just kidding! Anyway, I wrote this piece when my head got hit in a stellar. I suddenly decided to write something out of my awesome brain. Please, forgive me for being boastful and arrogant. This is what you get when your head hits a heavy stellar. Figurative! Well, if you want to know the words, don't hesitate then. If not, get out of here. Crap!