Feeling writer|Suicidal Emphatizer|Galactic Kaladkarin|A Filipino
Hi my name is Anthony Orozco, 18 years old and I am a student of Public Administration at Polytechnic University of the Philippines. Santa Mesa.
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- We Are not Lonesome Pilgrims
- An open letter to Mr. Aldrin Jeff Cudia
- The Prelude of the CCT in the Future
- My Ferriols Experience
- I’m a Sadhu
- The Three Kings
- Existential Terror
- The Looters and Plunderers
- VII
- VI.
- V.
- A day In Tanay Rizal
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- IV
- III.
- TIME baybeh, time!
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- II.
- I.
- Me with my father during my first Birthday
- 18.
- POLITICAL AMOEBA
- ARISTOTLE’S POLITICS: OVERVIEW
- TO THE CORE
- Religion and Politics: A Cosmological Dualism
- Seeking Heaven
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- Numbed
- Looking for Destination
- Quilop at Patmos 12 years ago.
- The Sunset.
- All About Sex And Gender.
- The Star
- Our Goal In Life Is Death.
- Cab
- Despotism: All you need to know.
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VII
All of my feelings are dragging me down to that great void- a place worse than hell.
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VI.
Your face is a justification of my mistake. The often I see your face, the heavier the remorse I have to myself- how great my desperation was, in loving.
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Your friends literature is a literature of pretension. Itching themselves to write the voice that is not theirs. Save that little imber of you my little fag. Beam away from the hell of your friends. Be courageous enough to write … Continue reading
IV
When my professor hoists himself in the doorway, It is like the saddest descend to hell. There is an unexplained boredom in him so great that I can feel it. Then I – an ever hopeless earthling kept inside a dark box. He says … Continue reading
III.
Then there you are caught in silent gallows of nightmare. Death is pointing her finger at you- She wants you motherfucker! Well go, I said unto you. Leave. Sometimes leaving is the best part of living. You soar there like … Continue reading
The void stares at me wondering what Am I thinking. The void doesn’t know that I am thinking of disparity- The carelessness of the act, the pretensions of people, the enigmatic boredom that sucks- The life. Human faces that has … Continue reading
II.
When this class ends I will sing at the top of my lungs. I will sing joyous songs and snare a wild voice of triumph- to celebrate my uncorrupted freedom.
Note to Self 