On Erotic Pillows... (and other Obscene things)

    due to dyanne's insistent demand, i have decided, i should, i would make this article as soon as possible... for it is not a very good idea to keep a good friend waiting... sigh.
    na-conscious daw ako bigla. just the mere thought of other people actually bothering to read this thing... na-intimidate ba raw ako. hmm.

Oh-So-Obscene-Pillows...
    i'd be dead if my father ever found out about the "things" i have been doing here... truly, this AJSS thingie has brought the best (if any) and definitely the WORST out of me... i mean, i never expected myself to be this obscene... as in THIS OBSCENE... to the point of actually having... OBSCENE PARAPHERNALIA... like for example... the ever famous... EROTIC PILLOWS... (evil laugh) ... they were of Dyanne-ic origin, i must acknowledge... they were not purely from my ever fertile (oooh FERTILE) imaginings... but anyhow, let me analyze the structure and logic (and psychological and therapeutic aspects) of these pillows...
    they were brought in by Candace (kaawa-awang Candace, nadawit pa yung pangalan niya.) from the beautiful island (?) of Cebu (not sure kung yun ang tawag sa Cebu eh sorry)... i think they were from Penshoppe (talk about brand-dropping)... inflatable pillows colored white and red. semi-transparent. with icon in the middle. i think a flower's imprinted on the red one. not so sure though with the white one. anyway, originally, the red one was the REAL erotic pillow. why erotic? only dyanne can truly explain the erotic value of the pillow, apparently. as for me, i'd say it is, because it is highly therapeutic - imagine setting your head on top of a semi-inflated air pillow (is that what you call those?) ah, HEAVEN. (oooh... HEAVEN?) maybe that's why it's erotic.
    i'd narrate a text message from the goddess of erotic pillows herself, Dyanne - '... i went to my friend's house... and she has the same pillows... just like THE erotic pillows... but i cannot explain the logic behind them...'
    this is so sad... having familiar things around you... but whenever you turn around, ... no familiar faces... no familiar grins you can always associate with a certain OBSCENITY... a certain PERVERSION... you'd recognize anywhere... or if ever there is, soon you'll find out... it's a different person... one who cannot truly appreciate the erotic value of it all... so you've grown sick of that OBSCENITY... imagine, you used to be with these PERVERTS for 5 days a week... at a time when you wished for all of it to be over and done with.. you were not used to this lifestyle... their PERVERSION shocked you... but the CULTURE-SHOCK was temporary... and now, you're with people who do not seem to know you anymore...
    you see, they can have the things you used to work with... play with... but they can never be the people... they will never feel the same. to the point that they will not be familiar anymore. sigh. sigh...
    starting to think, am i still the same person... or have the erotic pillows changed me...
    sigh.