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who's he anyway

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who cares anyway? what is essential is naked and raw. the rest is history that reads like wakasan -- in installment and always a rewrite. he swears by the following: mike de leon, borges & gamalinda, glass & cage, ice cream on apa, bulalo@4a.m., sleeping@ 1p.m., scratching the tip of the nose, the sanctity of silence. blah blah blah.

he was born on the same day as leon trotsky, mahalia jackson and bob hoskins; probably has their talents too . short of a day before he turned one year, the u.n. seats communist china and expels nationalist china. when beektur turned five, anwar sadat became the first egyptian president to vist the u.s. officially. and so on and so forth.

fragment of an interview

p.m.: what's all this shit anyway?
beektur: i just want a space where i can note down the things i like, things i believe in, the causes i fight for, the friends i cherish and the memories i am building.

p.m.: huh?
beektur: my thoughts exactly.

p.m. 'nyway. so, is this, like, uhm, continually evolving?
beektur: you got it! is that macaroni cheese on your neck?

p.m.: yes, i had it for lunch. why?
beekutr: is it good? i love macaroni cheese. can i taste it?