Introduction:
I wrote this in a trance. I was pretty angry at that time and I needed to cool off. I didn't stop myself at all; whatever words I wanted to write, I wrote.
Written at the back of a yellow paper page full of doodles with a purple sign pen. During the evening.
Emitted the first line since it's a string of curse words that no-one needs to know.

Dude why do you all hate me
What what
Am I a dork
Am I misunderstood
There's nothing wrong with being quiet
Nothing at all
Is there nothing at all?
Baby why can't you see
You're the only one for me
And it just tears my ass apart to know
That you don't know
You don't know
WHO I AM
WHO I AM SCREAMS OUT
WHO I AM SCREAMS OUT
Now I have a title
A pool a chair a pool a chair
A chair in the middle of a pool
Sinking
A woman standing in the middle
On the chair, in the pool
Sinking, sinking
A curly haired angel watches
He is stone as tone angle
A stone angle
Crumpled paper
Blotted the next page with a purple sign pen
Purple ink flows like blood
Vlah
Blue haired vampires
Cried out for blood
A new angle; no fangs angel wings hungry for blood but abstains
Am I one of them?
Am I dead? Am I Death?
New horizons pink skies
Archers on horses riding west
Bellefire Linkin Park Rivermaya Divisoria
Crap crap Spongebob stares
An Elmo shirt I'll wear in Biology class
Will anyone understand? I am a CHILD.
Leonardo da Vinci. The Da Vinci Code. Anti-Catholic.
I'm not a Catholic, yet I think.
Do you hear that, you hegemonic pigs?
Cars rolling Katipunan Avenue smells like dust
Garbage. Beggars. Ragnarok. Coffee Shops. Ruins. Rocks. Rain.
Unstoppable wind...
I think. I want to be forgiven. Cloud Strife or Amnesty?
A lifeless Nokia phone. I want friends.
Purple... no, a pink hairbrush.
I feel so alone.
Why, amidst these crowds... I'm in the middle of a red sea.
Chicken wings are good, but I'm allergic.
INCOHERENCE; Serenity within.
Mermaids. Ghosts. Samara. Sadako.
Motorcycles? Lights in a house. Lighthouse. The sea.
A man floating... a child floating.
In the space between the sky and the sea.
Christ walks. Stops. Catches her.
Takes her back to shore where her oppressors are. She stands alone.
It's not time yet.

Somewhere along the side---
An incomplete face.