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Do you not remember? (My Childhood Sweetcake) As a child, I used to stab doughnuts. The strawberry jelly ones were my favorite! I loved watching the red ooze out of the plump circles in Dunkin's wrap as I put a single crude incision at its creamy side— Oh and when I licked my tainted fingers of the traces of its sugar skin— (like white pixie dandruff) I was a child Eating those doughnuts was a guilty pleasure. I was reminded of those days again by you. (Do you not remember?) And by that really hot guy on last week's front page, but he didn't look too handsome in that picture. He looked quite devastating really. Ju

Title: Breaking Lily I glimpsed the face of a woman in the mirror as she peeled away the layers of paint she had used to conceal the youth that would so often urge her clients to wilt their lips with a sigh Then I saw my lids: porcelain lily petals, free of the wrinkles I had painstakingly drawn My fingers used to quiver I had to achieve the most credible façade of a midnight frolic expert As silk cotton fondled my chin, I let out a giggle of a ticklish sparrow, a ringing echo that can only come from my seemingly virgin lips But I grinned with the thought of those pitiful monkeys wailing, moaning in between pants and chest pains

You can't breath. You cannot move. You can only close your eyes and feel your bones being crushed, your adipose wobbling and being forced into the narrow gaps between his or her arms. Dare cry for help and the more air escapes your mouth, the more you feel the numbness and the paralysis taking over your torso. You feel that life is almost being sucked out of you. Then at the moment he or she releases you, you feel only the warmth of his or her body against yours, the firmness of his of her skin, your life being barely within you. You realize you are alright. You are alright.

"Nag-aalma ang lunggati, sa budhi ay sumisikad Kalayaan, kalayaan ang tuwina'y hinahangad Dumadamba, dumadamba kapag renda'y hinanatak— O kay hirap na supilin, may latigo ka mang hawak." -Erotique(?) We had "Sex" a while ago. Yes, the vulgar desire of the human flesh, the repressed agony of many individuals, and "secret pleasure" of the few. Sex. We raved about it during Filipino. Mr. Marco Lopez, after rambling about the "wire-tapped conversation between GMA and Garci", presented us a text which I diligently typed above my first paragraph. Due to the discussion about GMA, which I did not really actively participated in, many of us thou