Entry Post

Entry Module
Entry
Main Post Title

Reformative

Post Header Aside
Comments Actions Snippet
Comments Population
Comment Creation

Post Content

I was lying down the barren bermuda grass with a triple-bent fork in my crotch talking about the Anahaw plant. That was a patch of land about six square meters. We used to wrestle and waste each other there, my cousins and I… Would you stay or would you not? Wait… consider that you were my childhood friend who used to cower away because I wanted to sing Christmas carols to neighbors?

Yes, you will leave me to die like a lunatic feast to blood-hungry-non-existent-malaria-infested mosquitoes.

My last thought was our cousin bleeding to death with his foot-long gash on his shin; wrestling with me to no avail.

Originally published on Friendster, 08 April 2007

Comment Module
Comments
Comments
Comments Actions Snippet
Comments Population
Comment Creation

There are no comments.

Comment Creation
Compose Comment