coy_placido

Our Poker god in gambling heaven,
    hallowed be your chips,
    your betting come,
    your deal be done,
    on rounds as it is in hold’em.
    Give us today our daily aces.
    And forgive us our bluffs
    as we forgive those who bluff against us.
    Do not bring our cards to fold
    and deliver us from no pair.
Amen.

-coy & izel

I’ve been fixated to poker for a few months now, having to stare, curse, and bet on batty digital chips online thousands of people are demented about. Psychologically dependent?  Yes, always to my detriment as it brings time suckage into a whole new level.
Although I must admit, it puts your incredible ego in check, as you tend to undermine every hand that contests yours. Your best chance to get a Royal Flush in playing the game is in the bathroom. Just when you think the monumental pot is yours, you go on an epic spiral towards failure and irritability. In a few minutes you’ll know how to play the game but it does take a lifetime to learn and be good at it. Cards are like war, disguised in digital sport.
It’s riveting to win and even more fascinating to lose on the high seas of emotion and human nature quietly tucked between these cards. It teaches you to be patient, and most often than not, teaches you how like, love and life, is a bittersweet potion of losing to tremendous odds.
A few times we rise above, and that is when we feel vital… perhaps beyond any reason of understanding how elaborate the game is designed, just for the purpose of human intelligence. Fantastic!
Take chances… shuffle up and deal.

Hithit. buga. Lakbay-diwa.

Hindi kaya madilim kung saan man papunta ang larangan ng musika ngayon? Kundi man mababa ang kalidad ng mga naglalabasang kanta e, hindi rin masyado nakakaaliw ang mga nagsusulputang mga musikero. Oo, kami yan. Nariyan pa ang problema ng industriya kung paano magbenta ng kanta sa panahong libre at madaling maikalat na ang bawat digital na produkto sa pamamagitan ng pag-download. Salamat na rin sa kaibigang muslim.
Napakaraming banda, napakaliit na pasensya. Madaming pagpipilian, depende sa istura, porma, kulay, o gupit ng buhok, madaling mabansagan ng kahit anong pangalan ang bawat 'combo' ngayon. Emo-tarded, Indie-sikat, Dance-punk, Bullshit-nova at madami pang mga titulong dapat binubuo ng dalawa o higit pang mga pang-uri.
Kapag ikaw ay may i-pod, pwede kang makinig ng mga iba't-ibang kanta sa isang taon na walang awit na mauulit. Pwede ka pang maglagay ng limang minutong porn video. Depende sa kalibugan. Wow. Ang layo na ng narating ni Juan. Naaalala pa kaya nya ang plaka?

Hindi kaya mas makabuluhan ang musika pag ito'y nirarasyon na lang? "Your i-pod has reached its limit of 50 songs per day, listen again tomorrow."

Wow. Parang relief goods sa panahon ng kalamidad. Masarap at nagbibigay buhay.
Mas tinatamasa ang biyaya, ika nga. Ang karaniwang tao nuong 1600s ay nakakarinig lang ng isang 'musical symphony' sa kanyang tanang buhay pero naisasapuso niya ito ng buong-buo. Parang Payless pancit canton. Ibayong lasa, panalo sa masa. Dagdagan mo lang ng kalamansi, ibang mundo uli.
Kung may paraan lang para maingatan rin ang pagmamahal sa ating mga sining, hindi natin ito wawaldasin. Ang sagot... ay bawasan natin ang bilis ng mundo. Hayaan lang na sumabay sa sayaw ng mga paang pilay.

heto libreng-libre i-download:
para sa makabagong mundo,
para sa mga gusto pang mahilo.
"click here"
cyber s. tayo.

www.topjunk.net

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Balloon prick

I step closer, forwarding honestly.
bending every muscle for a reach
hands lifting without assurance,
without neglect.
I listen further. Inside the airwaves,
tremolos of mountains and pockets.
the heart stretching clots of deep wine
and the hidden church
that kneads the rain to dancing figures,
to exposed strands,
flames and harmonics,
I hear through the immediate lost-
The failed clue.
I step closer.
to percussive beats.
to the satisfaction of hurts.

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one-fifty-thee

quiet everywhere.
how it was and how it slept.
drinking the eat
and eating the drip.
cold cold house.

holes everywhere.
unwashed corners of glasses
walking the beat of pauses
in timings of knocked-out sweets.

the miracle of blood.
upturned eyes blink the wink
like the dead
and the different
there is much,
and there is no such.

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tomato. arrested by a swivel, a warm soup of swimming flowers, the black touches pink, in ways of night, in beds of flight, stained and forgiving, cosmic assuming.


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spot

the absence of a sky
the appearance of your polished lips
the awakening of a scent
the mercy of tonight
the visible words
the torrid unchallenged rain
the lines of your hand
the choke of my heart

a face, a pop.
a beat, the stop.
my music, refuse.
to lose, be used.

your turn, my burn.
the germ that learns.

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ready to serve you

turning pixelated. immune details
of lost sleep. the progress of a smile
into a faint of yellow.
salted crackers and burnt tears.
the tones of smashing labor
wilted in rusty strings.
guaranteed scribblings.
faulty services of crushed citrus-
the vitamin that you are.

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bark bark


this mind's frozen
bending inspirations, clearing air.
a mouthful of news
papers diffuse
wall writing, faking.
there, there.

the sound falls
thoughts of white, mists delight
an accident of ceremonies
celebrated hues.
suffered song, troubling
here lies fear.
howl with me
dear, dear.


-----© jerico c. placido 06-------

puff puff

kay bilis...
ang pagtubo,
ng suso.

matanda na ako
kalabaw na nakapagtrabaho
nagbabasa ng mga maruruming kwento
sa magasin ng hunyo.

hubad pa ,
mga minamahal na ineng.


--the wreckage of a blue pornstar--

sorry sa mga nabangga ko nung ako'y lasing na nagmaneho.

i try not to eat creatures and their tasty derivatives... like jenna jameson & tera patrick...my tofu wants to make love with my favorite porn actress.

7 years sporting dreadlocks... 1 minor accident. 3 stitches and the reoccurrence of embarrassment.

webmaster... siguro dapat magsuot na rin ako ng hood...
magkipagespadahan gamit ang mailaw na light saber...
kulay puti... o kaya itim...neon...pusa. ngiyaw.
malungkot pala magsulat sa kawalan,
buti pa ang sigarilyo nung pusa, amoy bayabas.

webmaster bayabas... yan ang bagong kalaban si superman.