Tattoo Therapy
Waittin’
on hittin’ BORA again!!! Christmas is the best, to that December 2006 left a
mark in me and I mean that literally. It’s something I can look back on to move
forward. A symbol, representation, and a memory of a certain place and time
somewhere only we know.
I feel like I need to be put in an institution... a special center per se, anywhere that would cater to highly creative minds with interactions between well-rounded artists. Probably the one a particular Professor “X” or Xavier founded and established. If not, a rehabilitation clinic would do, one of the so-called institution I DON'T NEED but who am I to affirm that statement anyway? (WHAT?!) Although chances are I’ll find a group of prominent intoxicated men (hopefully hunks) that are in the verge of recovering then somehow in a world where purple bunnies and red goats exists true love will prevail after every successful withdrawal after another.
There is such a great need to be around nice people, screw the reason why it is the hardest to find “niceness” and its successors. If I could find these angels under a rock I’d be more than willing to stay with them under any given circumstance!!! I miss a bunch of my friends… the forever-glued high school barkada of mine who all turned out to be co-workaholics too. (damn!) Mostly professionals nonetheless and are exceptionally awake 23/6 just because we are devoted (slang translation "enslaved") with what we do for a living. To top it all a shaky twenty percent of these yuppies are predicted to aim towards becoming the almost-getting-married dreamy folks…tsk,tsk,tsk!

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