kindness may offer the usual exasperation. but being malignant paves the path to a rightful abhorrent comeuppance.
"you had such vision of the street, as the street hardly understands" --T.S. Eliot--
Saturday, June 27, 2009
exploring the mysteries of kindness
it goes beyond conundrum that people with such errant displays of profanity and invective behavior got friends. i always entertain my queries when viewing photo galleries. lady one and lady two are super duper, pinky-swear close? but lady one is a bitch and lady two, although not exactly that refined and gentle, is at least down-to-earth. then comes another photo and another gush and sigh. lady one and lady three are friends. period and not question mark. easy, they feature similar abrasive demeanors. however both splash self-effacing giggles when the flirtatious moment beckons. nonetheless deep down, especially with lady three, is a daily occurence of lamentations about the crooked system that grate rather than spruce up one's fine day. gabriela silang was heroic and so were all the katipuneras who fought for freedom from imperialistic oppression. while flordeluna, mara del valle, esperanza merely cried buckets of tears. they're pushovers, ready to be trampled upon by the word go. but as their names were in the titles, they had the last laugh. while the villains were sworn to eternal damnation.
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