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"All-Out War"?The thing with the MILF (Moro Islamic Liberation Front) is that"All-Out War"?
by ~etoile-fillante
Lao Tzu's PhilosophyIn Lao Tzu's philosophy that men are often unhappy because in life, in thought and in action, they pretend to be what they are not- through hypocrisy, pretension, insincerity, pride and others they separate themselves to whom they are by nature one. In this world, there will always be suffering. What most people are unaware of is the fact that man himself causes his own sufferings through his attachment to worldly factors. Through hypocrisy, one preaches yet does not practice; insincerity, one feigns care for another yet leads to false pretensions; dishonesty towards others only leads to dishonesty to one's self.Lao Tzu's Philosophy
All these interc
by ~etoile-fillante
POV on PGMA's SONAIn her State of the Nation Address (SONA) last Monday, July 28, 2008, President Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo stressed that she shall not allow political ambitions of others get in the way in her desire for the country. She said that her commitment will be for the well-being of the people, too.POV on PGMA's SONA
The President also recognized the crucial role of VAT to meet the three strategies, which many sectors want scrapped. Fact is, VAT is functional in the payment of debts, improvements for infrastructures and funding for pro-poor programs, she added.
As she also had in the past, the President continues to bear the consequence of her c
by ~etoile-fillante
i drowned my heart in coffeei drowned my heart with coffee downed, drowned, downedi drowned my heart in coffee
hoping that it could stay awake hyped jilted.
it got high it got hyped it got jilty.
for how many times, i've done this, i don't know since i did it in the toilet in the cafeteria in the dingy sidestreet store
and yet it was the same.
and yet, i forgot something something before i drowned downed drowned my heart with coffee;
i had to sleep to make the coffee work.
by ~etoile-fillante
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What is Literature?In order to understand the question of what literature is, we must understand where literature begins.What is Literature?
The birthplace of all literature is a dark room. But despite its blackness, we must not assume this room is empty. Oh, no. The room is tightly packed. It sloshes and jostles, and tiny sparks flicker and snap through the shadows. There are no corners in this room to upset the smooth continuity of the darkness. This is the inside of the human skull and the demesne of the brain: The birthplace of all ideas, including literature.
There is a burst of light as the neurons pulse, brewing new ideas. The darkness churns. T
by ~Freezair
Periwinkle“Periwinkle…… Periwinkle……” A pleasant female voice gently but insistently tore through the quickly fading fantasy of warmth and flowers that the young Halfling allowed to drift through her mind. Sleepily the child opened her eyes and sat up. Standing at her bedside was her mother, a beauty if there was one, long black hair shining and eyes sparkling in the candlelit room. The woman smiled at first at the child and then heavenly laughter escaped her lips as she looked down upon her daughter, hair stuck to her face on one side and jutting out at a comical angle on the other. &Periwinkle
by ~Devha
AvengerI grew a red hair todayAvenger
and I plucked it like when I found my eye had turned hazel
and I ripped it out or I found a cleft growing on my chin
and I cut my face
so that, mangled, I can only
hope you’re out there in your dirty town- needing a pair of glasses, finding your hair is growing darker and you’re getting old quick.
by ~teenagejesus
TodayThe land falls away And I miss the bridge that once was As I sow footsteps through the water And settle into my throne on flat wave. The rain parades onto the lake, Puncturing holes onto the ever-still face; A crackling mirror That reflects the parents Of this bastard storm.Today
Yet where I sit, I am safe. The rain rewinds just above me And grudges a straight path for vital sunshine. The young light paints me warm And melts the snow on my skin- Burning me a healthy brown. My hair piles a messy crown on my head And my young face bears the signs &
by ~siempre
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