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Sep 2013
Eros* will never agree with
The way you ****** your *****
To this ******. Screams and
Scratches, moans and murmurs

Of pleasure and pain, devoid of
Reason, embellished with passion.
Seasons of lust and burn, slash
And turn, tides of libido that has
No way to subside. You worship

This body at the altar of pretensions.
Hoping that even the gods through
The oracles, will speak to you in the
Language of mortals, and will bring

You some cataclysmic eruptions of
Heaven and hell. Will is nothing to
You unless confronted by contentment,
And sealed with chastisement.
For MICHEL FOUCAULT, one of my favorite philosophers.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Michel_Foucault

Quezon City, Philippines
September 15, 2013
Jose Remillan
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Jose Remillan  Makati City, Philippines
(Makati City, Philippines)   
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