x – classes
x – work
x – Cinemalaya
CHECK!!! – beer
And the afternoon’s winning lines were:
Deelaytful Riley on his play, Six Boys and a Slut
“And in the end, all the boys didn’t care that she didn’t come.”
Shirl opening up about her high school daze with Riley (as Riley feigns ignorance)
“Nagtanung ka kaya kung pwede mo ‘ko ligawan!”
Jov to Riley while waiting for SRO tickets to watch Cinemalaya films
“Papapasukin ba tayo sa Septick Tank?”
Cor dipping every pulutan in ultra-spicy soy chili-mansi sauce prepared by Shane
“I can’t feel my tongue. I can’t feel my tongue.” (Hala sige, saw-saw pa!)
Shane after coming from the men’s room, telling Cor and Jov
“Na-realize ko may sili pala sa batok ko. Tapos, nag-CR ako. May sili pa pala yung kamay ko.” xD
Below is a transcribed version of our drunken free writing activity.
The necessary form of release-- Eh, ano ngayon? This is NOT poetry!
You can also click on the audio to listen to this glorious garb of gibberish.
Round 1 07262011 Spazzio - RILEY by Amber_Light
Round# 1, 1st line by Jov – read by Riley
Today is like one bad wet fuck.
It’s slippery as hell, but every time
I think I’ll make it, I never come.
The cigarettes are never enough,
do you give a damn?
But all’s well ends well they say.
Even though I have not seen that
happy ending, I’m sure that short
slip will bring me into a state
of sudden realization. A realization
I’m not yet ready to see, a realization
that is full of pretention.
I want to shout out to the old dog,
jump off the trapeze, pull the
plug that connects love and death.
Dumb old dog, had his neck caught by the plug
during the plunge. Dumb
old dog doesn’t fall, he
just hangs. The way snagged
sparrows hang on cables, the way
the child hangs on the cliff
when the catcher in the rye
fails to save him. We hang on
strings that can get cut at
any moment. I like hanging-
out in the goddamn mall.
Can’t sleep can’t eat can’t talk can’t walk
Just think and drink and smoke and
shot. Go out at night never in the
day to spend all the cash I’ve worked
so hard to gain. I can’t clearly see
while I still live. The only reason
-- the love I give. For the depth
of my heart can run so deep. You
can sometimes see hell coz that
cliff is so steep. But from
hell when you look high above
you’ll always spot where I
safe keep your love. Whether
for me it means life of death
please think with your heart, and
not with your head.
I’ve been trying for so long to get your attention, trying
so hard hoping you’d accept me. But despite you close your door
for me. I’d still be here. I won’t fight. I’ll just stick around
coz I know we’ll soon be together, maybe next year,
the other year or the afterlife.
Alas, no. Oh, alas, oh no.
Alas, yes. Socks still wet,
hair still drips. Let me
start again, today is like
a bad fuck –
all wet. All sweat nothing
more nothing less.
All is lost, we all examine the
mess. Still that door will be there
where I will linger. Hang. Rest.
Ruminate. Because there is nothing
more.
Jov, Cor, Shane, Shirl, and Riley
***
I just listened to / read this madness we gave birth to. What a day. Frustrated much?
I will post the next 3 rounds of our free writing madness with its corresponding audio. It will be great to laugh over this years later. Thanks for making this terrible terrible day alright.
Cheers to more nights we'll feel alive!
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