FOOD TRIP
By: Iris P. Concepcion

The above-captured picture is lunch today and in local parlance, is hungrily called "bulalo".

The opening in that bone does look like a lava opening but it is actually a bony, fat container of an oily, softy, innard. A beef delicacy that swims in soupy water.

I have re-acquianted myself with the art of walking: small steps filling the road with flip-flop sound marches--my strides seem to be endless and I genuinely like navigating without riding, pausing in the middle, as if in flight, expecting sometimes to be off the ground, elevating as it seems, my feet and striding mid-air.

Anyhow, this has nothing to do with the food above.

I am expecting some thrift markets swarming in the sidewalk for me to waste my 20 bucks for. Or some socks. From where I came from, I have this kind of a walking surprise.

But then these people with elongated cheeks started appearing, bumped off from The Coneheads (these people have pointy heads who make love the same way---by bumping off their heads together) and went on to merrier S.J.'s animations. I have known their traits already. Their weird and crazy connection has brought me to characters stuck in the moon with lozenges-challenged throats.

I do not know but I think my ring is quite fit with my finger. Really now, if you do that for someone you excrete your words for on a daily basis, why the s*** should that be a bother to a dried up batcave (insider joke---haha, I am explaining).

Thank you too for reading. My clout is spreading. Aha!