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Ideas for the taking, many of them about movement, art, theater, and dance. Use them if you want. Just let me know and credit me if you do, and share alike. Gamitin niyo hanggang sa gusto niyo, pero ipamahagi niyo rin sa iba.
So this morning I woke up and I thought: what am I doing here? It had been a heavy night of smoking up and boozing. At 2 in the morning, I found myself convulsing. Pinpoints of light shot from my things like omens of imminent danger spat out by miniature lighthouses stranded in a sea ofmuscle fibers.
And more to the point: why am I thinking in English? why does my inner voice speak with a North American accent?
And why are my shoulders tight, my jaw clenched shut?
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