Well, production's pretty much over. with so MANY people BLOGGING about it. I shan't elaborate further. Just maybe a THANKYOU and GODLOVES note to all those who have CHIPPEDin in every possible way along MY JOURNEY. Esp you with the big A. And many other friends too. It would take me 3 lifetimes to finish the list so please pardon my brevity.
Are you warming up to me?
Now that everything's kinda SLOWING down for ONCE. I guess it's a GOOD thing for us, well, not ALL of us, that's for sure. Having too much time on your HAND nowadays ain't really a thing to REJOICE about, you start thinking SHITLOADS about EVERYTHING and ANYTHING under the SUN in the UNIVERSE. And funny how it ALWAYS goes back to you. Like a bloody RIPPLE effect. Some NAME it KARMA. Others DE JAVU.
It can't rain all the time.
Oh ya, its about this time of the year when I start drafting my WISHLIST to SANTA. You GUYS should start too. Its always better to send it out early to avoid CONGESTION, the POST OFFICE gets real BUSY around early December. And MANY letters get MISPLACED or MISMAILED, and they NEVER got to SANTA. Maybe that's the reason why he NEVER got to you. You won't want that to happen to you THIS YEAR, would you? Happy writing.
"The heart has its reasons which the mind cannot comprehend."
IM NOT TELLING YOU So much for being WILBERT,
3:55 AM
Literature Demise
I
Flickering images through the window in the living.
Nauseating smell of soot churned,
in my insides. Solemnly
with my remaining brethrens
and that thick grey coat,
I laid long gone and forgotten.
M
Gone were the days,
And this torch that’s engulfing me in whole?
When I captivated more than
my audience, Emptiness
of the world is all I know.
Resembling a magician who offered nothing,
more than pure entertainment.
A
Defaced,
like a deranged madman.
Nobody bothers to look,
beneath the surface.
If only redemption could just be as haste.
G
Invasive smell of fresh ink suffocates,
sneering with provocation.
Cold clammy fingers,
sent shivers down my spine.
The affection still lingers.
Now that I’m the next in line.
I
Crackling of the firewood,
resounded like symphony to the ears.
Sweet scent of the seething timber,
Liberation is just
Near.
N
I looked
for the sun.
But its raining today.
E
Wilbert
Nunc scio quit sit amor
IM NOT TELLING YOU So much for being WILBERT,
9:55 AM
ATTENTION
This is a shout out to all of the ACTORS and ACTRESSES of NRA.
With your best MAKEUP, wearing your best COSTUMES, its TIME to DO what we DO BEST. Let's put on the GREATEST show for ALL to SEE. Let's put our HEART and SOULS into CHERISHING this ONCE in a LIFETIME chance to showcase our TALENTS. We have been PRACTISING too HARD for it to FAIL. Right from the START till the end.
Trust ME, it WILL be a BERTERRIFFIC show of the CENTURY.
A lil something to lift your BURDENED souls.
"When the going gets tough, the tough gets going."
IM NOT TELLING YOU So much for being WILBERT,
6:07 PM
You showed me the possibility of delirium I could only imagine.
YESorNO?
IM NOT TELLING YOU So much for being WILBERT,
9:16 AM
