Desperate times and the self-representing spin doctor
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Beware the spin doctor. Too much twisted thread. The twists and turns are targeted towards the enduring quad--bonded more strongly despite these hard times...and these days are much harder than other hard times. The spinner's threads and knots have become uncontrollable and flammable. Why so much hate? Always, the parsimonious path is the Truth. It is simple. It is consistent. As Maya Angelou remarked, you may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise. Kaawaan ka ng Diyos.
Labels: introspection reality, poetry, rant

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