M and N
By: Iris P. Concepcion

I was walking by Roxas Boulevard (where I saw this family collage) and just had to connect it as invitation unto the welcoming arms of what is to happen. Look at the rays of light; real artists do not choose where to scatter their creativity. The place chooses them instead.

One writer extolled that Manila is best explored by foot. I am exactly doing that and had found nookies where the real action is brewing. You just need to disconnect from the plugs that deliver hypocritical analyses of things to come; they are overly rated anyway. They must have lived in time capsules where ostentatious snowing is the rule of thumb as a badge for expertise. I am glad these had been unmasked and not even via barging through-the-wall ignomity. They cannot afford to be funny because the joke is on them. The lenses hurt like fractured butt but we must look at them in new eyes to understand why they want slothness to rule.

Rohmer was viewing all these inside his makeshift sleeping sanctuary, viewing his number one fan under the heat of the sun. His fan was haggling for a bag and had a momentary fixation on a huge ass trapped in black, tight legging. The fan could not ask for more.

Silence leads me to things worthier than the useless milling around of the true (?) backbone of our nation. No sense of undermining can stifle how far this universe is able to cast itself in a wider spectrum of things. When one person you count on does not deliver because a car is better than my eyebrow, I usually get more intelligent interactions from bigger and more brilliant people to fill in the slack. I used to ask why this normally happens. Now I fully understand why.

I do not have any beef with dissension, you can't please everyone. When unnecessary force is used to get your nod though (pambabraso), I shall be speaking for the mute and the voiceless. Whether or not you have billions or whatever, when that is routinely allowed to escalate just because you dig the panicky dick of those who feed you, I will still consider you a simple dung. No room for that under the circumstances.

I hate people who seemingly condone acts of inhumanity against people who do not share their views. I draw the line there. Shout if you can; just do not extend that sick elbow in the process to prove your point. You have not proven a single point in my direction except for the terrible videos of made-up people doing understated drama under the daffodils of route change. You breed those kind of persons and I will show you WHO these breeders are.

Show me structures and investments and vibe in an otherwise staid environment and I might have considered your position. I am normally correct: these are not done by the slackers.

Wherever we may be heading, our heart is never out of place to the true beat of this nation. It is not a holier than though attitude but by the MANNER of how you treat your detractors under this time of creative and productive change.

I know your faces: you could not hide behind your knives that cut off my water pipes one time, made a hole in the wall of my room, shouted terrible words during a wake. Truly, barbarity mounts at the expense of reason. I should have presented left and right orgies so they would listen. Perhaps they will stop instructing zombies to hit me on my face with a comb. Silly ploy.

Oh saint, I need to wear a scarf to get validated by the pros? But why?

I almost cried as I was reading something earlier. Thank you Eliza for allowing me to rumple your hair. Thank you for not failing me under the tightest of circumstances. Argue all you can, it is through balance that I, as reader, take my hats off to those who stand firmly on the ground of fairness. Thank you for giving me THAT.

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