When Jet Walks…

thoughts picked and left in the ground either to flourish or rot

from tagum

tagum city is like a little boy. very young yet very lively. promising. I stayed there in my aunt’s house. a house incomplete but a dream house nonetheless. lying in a couch with nobody but the oning as company who only mutters.

i wish i had cable tv. i wish i had a tv for that matter. the case is turning ugly. i couldn’t expect the best. i hoped for it but the worst is yet to come. I wait.

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