The true story is not based on a true story.
~It's
my
Birthday.~
~March 7, 2018~
~March 7, 2018~
Toilet paper, and every story, has two sides.
Joan of Arc came back as a little girl in
Japan, and her father told her to stop listening to her imaginary
friends.
Elvis was born again in a small village in Sudan, he died hungry, age 9, never knowing what a guitar was.
Michelangelo was drafted into the military at age 18 in Korea, he painted his face black with shoe polish and learned to kill.
Jackson Pollock got told to stop making a mess, somewhere in Russia.
Hemingway, to this day, writes DVD instruction manuals somewhere in China. He’s an old man on a factory line. You wouldn’t recognize him.
Gandhi was born to a wealthy stockbroker in New York. He never forgave the world after his father threw himself from his office window, on the 21st floor.
And everyone, somewhere, is someone, if we only give them a chance.
Elvis was born again in a small village in Sudan, he died hungry, age 9, never knowing what a guitar was.
Michelangelo was drafted into the military at age 18 in Korea, he painted his face black with shoe polish and learned to kill.
Jackson Pollock got told to stop making a mess, somewhere in Russia.
Hemingway, to this day, writes DVD instruction manuals somewhere in China. He’s an old man on a factory line. You wouldn’t recognize him.
Gandhi was born to a wealthy stockbroker in New York. He never forgave the world after his father threw himself from his office window, on the 21st floor.
And everyone, somewhere, is someone, if we only give them a chance.
“
But
there’s a story behind everything. How a picture got on a
wall. How a scar got on your face. Sometimes the stories are
simple, and sometimes they are hard and heartbreaking. But behind
all your stories is always your mother’s story, because
hers is where yours begin.—Mitch Albom
”
I always write when they have left
because then the story is over
because then I can tell it
so you got lucky
I got the diseases you cursed to me
you got the misery you wanted to create
and I have no foul taste in my mouth
when I call your name
and named someone else my treasure
things turned around
and we never hated each other
but it was no love
because then the story is over
because then I can tell it
so you got lucky
I got the diseases you cursed to me
you got the misery you wanted to create
and I have no foul taste in my mouth
when I call your name
and named someone else my treasure
things turned around
and we never hated each other
but it was no love
wari
sa kanyang
silay
kita na walang malay
akin na mariyam
ng SIYA nariyan;
kita na walang malay
akin na mariyam
ng SIYA nariyan;
