These words will not burnThese words will not burn; they won't scorch your skin. It's not a knife you're turning on your tongue. I can’t make verse to rustle like satin, nor catch like sincerity in the lung. Perhaps these letters sit, bloodless because my own does not run. Maybe I have been lamed by the subtle deformities time draws over a rank, inborn wilderness—tamed. But I know there is something dark and wet, Both fetid and fecund, and not quite dead: I have caught its smell while my guard has slept I have felt it grumbling beneath my bed.These words will not burn
If its withered tendrils
Nights like theseManuel Arguilla was right to set his love-story in Ilocos Norte, but it’s a pity that he required his story to happen during the day. Laying on the cool gray dunes during the wee hours—even though the sand sifts into your hair, into the folds of your shirt, even into your pants if you let it—you cannot help wonder at the Ilocano nights. It is a different sky there, not encased in a shell of smoke and gloom like Manila’s nor diluted be city lights; it seems to go up and up with such complete clarity that you can almost see the depth between the stars. It is the type of sky that seems of perfect darkness, but viNights like these
the human animalThe chapel was crowded and hot. All the men and women, almost uniformly in black stuffy clothes, were inelegantly damp as the warmth of their collected bodies forced them to sweat when they had confidently thought that they had forgotten how. The priest in his white cassock was speaking blandly about the afterlife not even half-heartedly pretending to mean it perhaps because he was hot and uncomfortable too. The small grey urn had been placed to one side of the large altar, but scarcely anyone had even looked at it; no one was crying at all, there was not even a whimper. The funeral, in spite of itsthe human animal
Hope Co. CityHope Co. was founded with very specific goals in mind: to provide electrical power to as much of Europe as was possible through a sustainable fusion reactor, whose only waste products would be steam and helium. This was intended to curb the world’s dependence on fossil fuels, which were believed to be the leading cause of global warming—it would also give Hope Co. a hugely profitable monopoly on the power industry. Unfortunately, Hope Co. was much too late. Most experts agree that the Great Conveyor, the current of warm water coming from the equator and into European waters shut down 3 or 4 BWY (before winterHope Co. City
edited for your pleasure 2when I’m driving my heart never goes fasteredited for your pleasure 2
sometimes I forget it’s there
even when I’m holding my breath going past cemeteries, and hospitals…
but when you drive…
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why do we have to keep waking up
to alarms moody lovers and loud noises caused by cats?
we’re built to hypnotize ourselves
the flow
and the throb of blood, buzzes mosquitoes in our veins white noise
we put ourselves to sleep, it’s easy no need for expensive medicines soothers, heated blankets
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When there's nothing left to burn, you have to set yourself on fire.
- Javy
P.S. I really did not do anything except waste my time typing this thing...
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