there's seven steps to the making and drinking hot cocoa process.

prepping: grab the mug, make sure you use tap water, grab the hot chocolate and spoon and begin the process down below

step one: pour the tap water into your mug, nearing to the top of the mug and place it in the microwave

STEP ONE: you're scrolling on facebook and you see the most handsome man you've ever seen and you automatically hit the friend button and start messaging him. he responds back, almost as quickly.

step two: press the general two minutes into your microwave and "patiently" wait for your hot chocolate

STEP TWO: you've been talking to her for a good month online now, you both mutually decide to meet up and instantaneously become very close. you start dating him.

step three: take out the flaming hot mug of water and proceed to put it on the counter. grabbing the spoon, put two to four spoonfuls of hot chocolate mix into the mug. begin to stir until there are not any "chocolate dust bunnies" floating around, dissolved.

STEP THREE: a month into the relationship, you're both very much in love. you've had your fourth kiss recently-but who's counting?

step four: immediately go to a comfy spot near you, pull up YouTube and watch people sexually assault women on the street and pass it off as a prank. as you are giggling along, take a sip of your dri-gasp! ouch, that really hurt.

STEP FOUR: three months in. he takes your virginity. it really hurt. you weren't ready but you didn't want to disappoint him.

step five: continue slowly drinking your hot chocolate, it's good to savor it. you notice it starts to get cold. you swish it around in your mouth and let it rest for a minute... it doesn't taste like hot chocolate anymore. it's cold, bitter and the mix from the bottom is floating around giving it the taste of dirt.

STEP FIVE: five months in. he started hitting you two weeks and three days ago. you said you wanted to stop having *** so often because it hurt and you weren't having a good time anymore. he said, "you're asking for it, looking so **** hot all of the time" and proceeds to force himself on you for the first time.

step six: you decide, **** this, im done with my hot chocolate and begin to wash it out in your sink.

STEP SIX: seven months in. you break up with him, he tells you he's sorry and you get back together with him. this has been a reoccurring pattern for a month now. but this time, you're done, for good. and turns out, you are.

step seven: you finish off cleaning the mug and spoon that was used to mix the powder and the weight on your shoulders is free. no more ******, cold hot chocolate for you.

STEP SEVEN: you are free, out of a treacherous relationship. "you were too good for him" your friends tell you, "he's disgusting and wasn't even that attractive". you feel unwanted, until one day you see someone staring at you while you're walking into a coffee shop. you begin to get creeped out after an hour and go to talk to him. you exchange numbers with this older man.

step one on: the process of making and drinking apple cider.

You have seeped into my veins
An intravenous drip of affection
Conjured into this darkness and
Coursing through my bloodstream.

My valves twitch obediently;
There is nothing natural about this affair
Where you rest your tired head on
The wells of my body.
My collarbones greet you with great
Uncertainty

Cge, salamat kaayo sa tanan ha?  
Sa memories ug sa melodies,
the songs you sang and played for me ,
Sa gamay nga oras nimo nga gihatag,
Sa gugma na kanako  imohang gidalit,  
Pasayloa na ang imong gugma nausik lang ug nasayang,
Dre kanako na usa ka taw nga walay hinungdan, sama kanako nga daw sagbot lang sa katilingban,  
Sama kanako nga  sa kinabuhi walay padulngan,
Sama kanako na sa gugma nimo dili takos ug angay,
Sama nako nga sa kinabuhi ug katawhan gina tamay,
Mao ikaw langga ayaw na pag langay,  
arun makita ug maka.ila na nimo ang taw  na kanimo muhigugma nimo ug tinud.anay,
ang taw nga makauban nimo kanunay,

Pasagdi nalang ko dri,
Biyae nalng ko dinhi,
Dle nako magdahum na muabot ug kanimo naapay mo puli,
Busa ako, hikalimti,

Pero ilawm sa akong kasing kasing naa gihapon ka magpabilin,
Manghinaut na ikaw nalipay pod sa akong pag.abot ,
Nga unta ikaw dle mag bago ug dle makalimot,
Sa mga panumpa ta,
nga matud pa walay katapusan,

Dle na nako mahimong pugngan,
ang gibating kasikas ning akong dughan,
Ipagawas ra nako ning tanan,
Mga kasikit ug kaguol ig bundak sa uwan,

Unta puhon sugaton ug madawat nimo,
Ang kamatuoran nga wan.a juy kita,
Ayaw lang pabali ug kabalaka,
Kahibaw ko naara ang taw nga kanimo andam mohigugma.

Salamat azaraya

your left breast;
we were talkin'
about cosmonauts.
heads in the clouds
with no want or
worry to never see
this sphere's crust.
we would disconnect
from they. with no
lies from the eyes
we open'd palms in
welcoming fashions.
your right breast;
lying on fetid couch,
nodding off and the
ambience was a dri-
ving bass line. little
trickle, claiming no
worse than usual.
nod, and trail'd off.
slurs and abbrevi-
ated acronyms. sta-
nding in awe of emoti-
onless lack of reaction.

Never have I ever kissed!
Drink.
Never have I ever hugged!
Drink.
Never have I ever hurt my wrist!
Drink.
Never have I ever been mugged!
Drink.

Never have I ever had ***!
Drink.
Never have I felt dim!
Drink.
Never have I ever stayed in contact with an ex!
Drink.
Never have I ever got back with her or him!
Drink.

Never have I ever smoked!
Drink.
Never have I ever been in a fight!
Drink.
Never have I ever felt provoked!
Drink.
Never have I ever punched out someone's light!
Drink.

Never have I ever drank!
Dri- wait what?

Never have I ever, the best game to play when you're alone.

Hey rabba sukriya jo tune yh zindagi diya
Jine ka mauka brpur esme diya
H rkha mushpe varosha hmesha
Saath na kbhi mera chutne diya
Kabhi kitaabo m saathi bna
kabhi khayalo m raahi bna
Jb v ghum hue khusiya
tune fir unse ru-ba-ru kra diya
Sukriya jo tune mera saath diya
Jine ka ek aash diya
Saath to tera mila
ab to dr v nhi lagta Kuch khone s
tune jo thame haath h
khul K jina ki khusiyaan
ab hmare pass h
Sukriya bhala karu Kin kin baaton ka
etne tere aheshaan h
ki sukriya kehene ko km pr jaaye yh saash h
Tune jannat ki sher krae
Khudh m hi hsne ki aash jagaae
Kbhi thi m v dri sehemi si
pr tere saath ne umeedein bharpur jagaae
Or un umeedoon ne khusiyon ki h barsaat karaae
Hey rabba sukriya kehene ko km jnm yh pr jaaye
For v enn khat K jariye
Kosish meri kaam aaye
Ek baar fir sukriya
jo tune hr pal h mere swath nibhae

My pink toes my jerky
Driftwood something yellow
Like hot dogs something nuts
Like a grren home run
Ya my rest
My privacy
My screaming snooze dreams.
Somone spun lip stick
Like ******* or keats
Somebody kised
My drunk asain drunk neck
Somebody killed
Somedy went to their mother
Im under winsheilds scraming phony
Co piolet tuaila valley
Look left we kicked shopping centers
Some man who screams like
Short *****
Goes listen
I finally admitted you did my back
Caking dizzy scream
Some man my hair
Some man i hate
Some man nobody wants
Bedz wax
He whines hes called blood
He dri ks steak he won
He beat the used ****
Well here goes privacy
My red head tok my room room
I cat litter the bay dreams
I find rade im gay
My **** i pace the boys
It seems everyone hold my dads hat
Ifi could kiss my dad
Tell my mom she runs with seaweed
Wehat we ****
We buy we ***** drinks
Why keep something
I dream of addictive ****
I dream of inteligance
My dad gre wild my dads dad would of hated my hair cream my dads dad respects ******* but swore a white mans
Hair cut belongs in the red blue cut atoms apple break down who runs who kills who wears
Who goes home with no fault until pies goose her.  Well
She love my cards when the carpets partedand checkersmeant seing aa young man wit no control.
Howmany now
Since im older
Ever wished they just ****** the boy
Howmany got freedom
No body they only hope love got a better *******
Love got a wiser time!

Do
      Do.....doo.....doo-dooooo I, I, I...... have a
d
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       i
         n  
            k....
                drink....dri--nk
                                            king.....drink....
                                                                      dri-nk.....king
                                                                                                 prob,  pro-b..
lem... prob...prob... pro-blem?

   ......spew......
                               you,  you,  bug..bug  bug---gers
why, why.... should you care?     You aren't...aren't my fa---fa--father!

Officer-on-duty to subordinate:  LOCK THIS BABBLER UP!

Downtown Long Beach....Fender's ballroom...what a bash...every weekend burn and crash.  Angry Samoans, The Germs, Ramones, Descendants, FEAR, UK Subs, Exploited, the ****** Vandals, DRI, Dead Kennedys....the Circle Jerks....I saw all these bands and many many more before i was 16.  Sporting a white mohawk or black liberty pulls pushing pulling shoving slamming....those were the days.

let's drink tonight
Lets drink all night
Drink ourselves blind
Drink till we die
drown our livers out.
Respiratory distress we will put ourselves in
Drink our sorrows out
Bring new sorrows in
Drink more
Drink more
Ok thats enought go homew your dri nked enought

A Cut throats tragedy if dying,
Dead, gone is all that is to be done.
Why just one? why not more? why not none.
**** that and ******* too
Why did I ever put my faith in you.

I sit, feeling like a fish far out of my depth,
Water lost long ago.
I
Struggle
To
Struggle.

What's the point
Of ever loving
If it is only for a second
A moment doesn't last forever
*******'re fleeting fiery emotional
Capsules of time
Once I learnt how to love, now
It will never stop.

Dri

     p -ping away

From the illusion of our life before.

Sometimes I wonder if my words are to vague
To st-ru-ng out in w€i£d stanzas
Dri
       p
         ping from ○dd an》gles
In such that they don't transMUTE
Into working works

When I first heard that cats were stuffed in poison boxes
“For the sake of physics!”
And that I was being pulled by particle puppeteers
Bending at the will of the quark queens
I wanted to snip the invisible strings
That entangled me into time-
      My brain is plastic, but not that plastic.
But we all know that no thread means dead,
And with the closing of shears comes the closing of years,
So somehow I have to accept the entwinement of time,
Calling it an envelope versus suffocation,
Embracing my identity as another fish in the net.
My life is a tumultuous tumbling into truth
So I’ll bite-
     I’ll let it wrap its layers around me.
After all, I’m no stranger to strange connection;
If I ever have time to spare,
I turn apples to eyes and hearts to metal
in the matter of a nanosecond.
But how can I meet a stranger
And call it love
In a picosecond?
How can I stretch into the sundae of sky
With stars scattered like sprinkles
And reach the caramel core of connection?
This isn’t one scoop of constellation confetti, please-
It’s not as simple as a cup or cone.
This is the sticky saltwater taffy
Before it is wrapped into ribbons.
So I grab my hammer and go to town.
It’s not easy, and sometimes
My neurons want to melt
dri
     p  p
    i
        ng
Down the page
But I grit my teeth and demand
The particles to stop propagating
For one second
And talk to me as a galaxy pedestrian.
They tell me that
The only way to see my string
Is to sit with you.
And with what time?
With no notepad?
With nothing but two forces
Tied together with
Nothing but coffee in between?
These particles can’t process
Time constraints, deadlines, schedules.
I sigh, and I try anyway.
When suddenly I am not on your sofa
But your rollercoaster
The thread of our souls made visible
With each dip and dive, each loop and lurch
You give me a piece of your world.
And suddenly we are not strangers
And tugging at heartstrings
Means something new
The layers of universe
Lead me to you.

Here I am again, sharing some 10 pm thoughts haha. Lately I wanna go to camiguin. Right after I heard he's in the isla I was thrilled as there will be possibilities that we can meet haha I am eager to go home. The reason was not because I miss my hometown and our home but because of a guy HAHHAHA. I hate to admit it but yes that’s right. I wanna meet him and have some of his time since summer is the only time we can hang out. And I want to do something I haven’t last year. I was so hesitant back then and that turns out I "basol" too. I don’t have the courage to face him at that time. I’m so insecure. I believe I need to step up for myself jud ay. I can’t be like this. I need to face things, including him or any guy. I have this feeling that this is the last summer we can meet since our schedules will be tightly pack.

If somehow we will never meet again I do hope he will have the true happiness his been asking for as he deserves it. I do hope he will have a successful career and in life. Pero uy pugson nato na magkita ta please, let’st tl bisag pila pana ka tuig from now. Hulat ko ha? Kay burag need nako ni, I’m not sure if ikaw pod

Ll kay burag ever since it’s just me man lang. Never felt this is a mutual understanding. I can feel that I’m not your type man, you only see me as a friend maybe?

Before I always judge those individuals nga gaka inlove even though they haven’t meet in person. Now I can testify nga possible man day siya haha high school pajud to last nato kita HAHAHAHAHA tas karon vivid pakayng mga panghitabo. I cannot figure out what you have done that makes me like you. Di man ka sweet nako haha tas di man ka flirty. Ga imagine2 raman kog scenario dri tas assumera lang Kay naay mga gagmay na hints ka ginapakita but still no assurance so wala jud na para nmo. I’m just making things up. Malay koba naa kay uyab or na ex na na wala ko knows tas sa ig rabi ta ga communicate and ana sila pang kabit daw na dra haha so naa **** original? Pero Yawa basag himoon kog kapit. Hayst kini jung pagka reader nako moy pasimuno bay haha tag as nakatayng standards tas ga himo2 ug scenarios.

Ayaw sad intawn paabot nga mag decade nalang di pa nako makuha ang closure be haha luoy sad ko huhu. Gaka ulit na rabi kos akong self kay sig handom nimo. Dig kapul an haha sgi **** nmo kapaakan imo simod lol.