Dr. Love Text
The most nonsensical advice I gave to a love infested person through text:
“Panis pag-ibig mo. Lugaw na naiwanan sa araw. Zzzzzz.”
Translation: “Your love is rancid. Porridge that was left in the sun. Zzzzz.”
My life is like a silent ballet.
It dances to nothing.
Moves to anything.
Illusions that there is a music.
Graceful movements.
Tuned to the sound of a tomb.
Eerie.
The most nonsensical advice I gave to a love infested person through text:
“Panis pag-ibig mo. Lugaw na naiwanan sa araw. Zzzzzz.”
Translation: “Your love is rancid. Porridge that was left in the sun. Zzzzz.”
inconsisted ramblings by
AtChing
at
09:04
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