STAR TREK VS. STAR WARS
By: Iris P. Concepcion

Confession: there was some fusion of farting and melancholy as I was browsing the world wide spiderman's web--aiming to find gems to my jewelry. I did not realize how untechie I am until now. Thus, I understand my cursing foster father who guiltily parted with his typewriter, like having to write without his hands, getting ribbed for being so old world. These young 'uns communicate fast and visually, too.

This ignorance shielded me from the magnets of doom I presume.

In one of the funniest home videos, a girl with cropped hair got chased by a furball and she had to run. It is exteremely displeasing to have those offhand slurs getting in the way of reconstructing national consciousness. Had these bad echoes of tambourines read (I mean slumping on a chair, ingest letters, understand its contents and not wear Andy Warhol since there was a typo error committed on the artist's name), they will regard it as trash. These had been confessed in a superb literary way like Sylvia Plath's character eating her Japanese blooms before. I guess we all know our lineage in a grammatically right sort of way even before we went berserk.Had these book characters stole the "living on a jetplane" life forms, I will be the first one to raise hell. But they toiled it. They know their lay-outs first before they knew their lifestyles. I direct my pieces to artists. And they are artists, bohemes but evolving.

I too was invaded by no-brainers and I have to bear the brunt of their helplessness.

But I see your virtuosity again, especially the shyest and cutest mongrel ever to sing a tune. I am glad he is an offspring of a hot woman (Jesus Christ, did you read the first sentence of this entry?). The New Year present blew my socks off. It pisses me off you couldn't do this mainstream.I thought it was just snarl before, getting tangled up in outsmarting the wits of reality, its mundane, daily breathing. But there is affectionate love there. No wonder De Egg hates my inoperative wink and instead spreads cupcakes in Sudan. Writers are forever, not just diamonds. Thank you for reminding me it is no fluke. I am still harboring this wrong notion you are using your mother to deplanet Neptune.Defraud her to gain fame.But how can I fault them who are just innately inventive?

Silent Barney (laughter)....this is my take. Ever since I became a gem specialist, I noticed the improvements in the creative processes, your links and all. Impressing. That's a craftsman's unspoken motive. It works sometimes. All you've got to ask is : "Where's my corn cereals?" There is really a tremendous organ castration when this avowed Star Wars fan tweaks faith, pulling our t-backs off. Fellows, he is actually a sidekick of Mr. Spock. Damn it! I wouldn't tell you to shut up since you love my people and I saw the most genius comedians/actors in your side of the warring front embracing my often penniless circus. Can't you talk to Mr. Harvey? I am so bad in this unlobbying for butt-saving works. I am quitting. Hahahahahaha.Did the suit fit? To the engraving world, you should watch Star Trek,Nemesis, the uncut version. Whoopi G. is on it. This cult work had been invaded by slaves of Lucas.Funniest. Ever. And the making out part is a B-movie super action: tacky, like it is an ad for a laxative and I kept on laughing my larynx protested. Only some skewer in the sewer can do this. He tried to be Jimmy Stewart and ended up like........himself.Hahahahahahaha.

Well, I want to have Hand's hungry book at 8:57 sharp. I am finding ways to get this as a gift. Please check his site, it is still the smartest. Valencia is a food here. Arroz Valenciana. Aside from the foster father, you give the best tips on how to nourish the brain.

I am still checking, paying attention to your works.