• Andreo Bongco commented on the post, teach 6 years, 11 months ago

    I would like to teach the world to learn, for to learn is one of life’s greatest gifts.

  • A clean hole in his temple. No struggle and a red rose lying on the corpse. It wasn’t a blatant murder. It was business. Simply professional.

  • Andreo Bongco commented on the post, loss 7 years, 7 months ago

    You are never at a loss when learning.

  • Out of the three essential things in life, we take shelter for granted. We may have food to eat and clothes to wear, but if we don’t have a place we can call home, we are no one.

  • Andreo Bongco commented on the post, flirt 7 years, 8 months ago

    Flirting is a seducer’s game with the seducer trying to please the woman. This is not the way of the Don Juan. The Don Juan doesn’t flirt because he turns the tables on the woman by making her entertain him.

  • The sounds of debauchery had never been so melodious. Everyone was drunk on sheer happiness. Laughter and smiles were freely given and graciously received. Such were the tidings at the festival.

  • Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee. – Muhammad Ali

  • Andreo Bongco commented on the post, orbit 7 years, 8 months ago

    For eons past, the goal of obtaining the planet “She” had been a stellar task. It was “She” that his orbit revolved upon, “She” that occupied all of his far flung fantasies, “She” that drove him mad in his quest […]

  • Andreo Bongco commented on the post, sacred 7 years, 8 months ago

    The sacred pact had been broken. The Judas Escariot had finally reveled their true nature within the group. He was cast from the temple and stoned to death.

  • Andreo Bongco commented on the post, chief 7 years, 8 months ago

    Hail to the motherfuckin’ chief.

  • Andreo Bongco commented on the post, epic 7 years, 8 months ago

    The challenge had begun. With confidence in his stride and determination in his eyes, he searched his satchel for the all-important piece that would complete this puzzle that life had given him. With the eyes of […]

  • Andreo Bongco commented on the post, wagon 7 years, 8 months ago

    The sheep are all led to the wagon as lambs are led to the slaughter. They know not its purpose, or it’s origin, they simply follow. Thus are the beasts led to the bandwagon.

  • Their cloaks were midnight black as they billowed through the chilly air. Their eyes burned red with an insatiable hunger. No one could see their faces from within their hoods and they each carried a skinning […]

  • One cannot possibly function without purpose. To function without purpose is to lose meaning in all that we think, feel and do.

  • Andreo Bongco commented on the post, odds 7 years, 8 months ago

    It may be one against a thousand or a knife against a pistol… but never, ever tell me the odds.

  • Andreo Bongco commented on the post, hoop 7 years, 8 months ago

    The snakes of Minnesota have developed a peculiar mode of transport when going downhill. One would be surprised to see a fully grown reptile grasp its tail within its jaws and subsequently roll like a wheel when traversing terrain in which its downward momentum can be put to good use. This ladies and gentlemen, is […]

  • Andreo Bongco commented on the post, cabin 7 years, 8 months ago

    Diary entry January 28, 2012.

    Storm still strong outside. Stuck in here for 72 hours. Electricity is out. Heater is gone. 3 out of 4 campers left. Someone still has that missing knife.

  • Andreo Bongco commented on the post, collar 7 years, 8 months ago

    She took him by the collar, drawing him down to the rush carpet. She kissed him once but only for a while for it was in her nature to tease. She smiled as she undid his buttons. She could feel the excitement building within him. She whispered seductively in his ear, “Baby, hit the lights”.

  • Sometimes all we want to do is let go, let loose, be free, and fly far. Thoughts cannot describe what we want; we just become a beehive of emotion.

  • Andreo Bongco commented on the post, hinge 7 years, 9 months ago

    Neither of them expected it. Not one of them would have thought that both of them shared the same love for torturing small animals. They had found their hinge.