The frigid zephyr shrouds my dermis, unencumbered by the hypertension of my varicosity. Analogous to cinder-heated lumbar puncture needles, the cold caresses my physiognomy with the fervor of a parasitic strain, held dormant from fresh hosts for millennia. It intoxicates, birthing interstitial recidivist flashes of prickly pestering pain. A causalgia ensues, metastasizing and malignant, a clandestine crenation activated by soliloquy. Resilient, resistant, and recalcitrant.

I twitch.

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The public would be half-expecting a bombardment of reminiscent and deeply nostalgic entries pertaining to vague memories and recollections of the series of events that transpired a quarter of a century ago that led to the revolt of a passive phenotype. From the bowels of the proletariat emerged a troubled and besmirched populace whose patience have been tested, and failed in strain, by the selfishness of the Marcos regime, a dictatorship that was in full-swing by then and whose objectives, though lofty at best, deprived the greater majority of justice in its attempt to market a simulacrum of genteel and benevolent nation-building.

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I wish I was less arrogant
more receptive,
more considerate;
that there are other ways
besides
the methods I employ.

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