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4 August 2012. Katipunan. 9pm. My umbrella has a hole in it. My feet are dirty from the grit of the darkened puddles. Home is many minutes away. 12 by cab. 30 by… Continue reading
4 August 2012. Katipunan. 9pm. My umbrella has a hole in it. My feet are dirty from the grit of the darkened puddles. Home is many minutes away. 12 by cab. 30 by… Continue reading
Hard, knockings. Ripped-off prices of Men, mingling With the jitters of Occupational hazards And fluids all over Sweat and tears and cum Is a celebration of Itself; alone but not With such company… Continue reading