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143

This is a freaky day.
I think I should've stayed in the boarding house instead of going to the Social Sciences section of the library.
Here goes:

The number of the tricycle I rode from Maginhawa to Philcoa : 143
The number of the tag given to me to deposit my bag in the Library: 143
The Call Number of the book I was borrowing (compiled by Nagel, Earnest): 143

This is such a bad sign.
There might be a conspiracy.

If I'm dead soon, I hope you know that 143 is a forensic clue.

Window

Sitting in the dark corner of the car
Like this
Looking out the window
And staring at the city night lights
Rain pouring on the roof
Covering the windshield

I just can't help but reminisce
Relationships come and gone
And ask myself
If I deserve that which I
Emotionally treasure at the moment

The self-hatred comes back
It grips my soul
Like a straight jacket does to a mentally disturbed madjack

Kinda like when a snake wraps itself
Around its prey and suffocates it
Slowly crushing its bones
Before delivering the final blow
With its venomous fangs


I think I should stop looking out the friggin window.