Please Crowd Please

Crusades of superlatives.

"Pare, hindi siya suma. It was that paper that made him cum laude. Terible, pare!"

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The in-betweens.

After every song, there was an applause. Mid-air of two hands meeting, I think of you. Why. How. Now, what.

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For the first time, my beer really tasted intensely bitter. First time. It did not surrender to my needling need to forget, forgo.

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The music was commonplace. The guitars, the bass were very, very familiar.

I was dressed in shit. I was posing like shit. I don't want to please anyone. Please.

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Homebound.

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Before shutting my eyes, I was forced to do the math.

The only valuable remainder was Mikey. Cute and geek.