Comments Posted By Andreo Bongco

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teach

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

» Posted By Andreo Bongco On 11.07.2012 @ 5:10 am

professional

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.

» Posted By Andreo Bongco On 03.06.2012 @ 7:20 am

loss

You are never at a loss when learning.

» Posted By Andreo Bongco On 02.24.2012 @ 7:08 am

shelter

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.

» Posted By Andreo Bongco On 02.18.2012 @ 9:24 pm

flirt

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.

» Posted By Andreo Bongco On 02.16.2012 @ 3:10 am

festival

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.

» Posted By Andreo Bongco On 02.12.2012 @ 3:18 am

butterfly

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

» Posted By Andreo Bongco On 02.09.2012 @ 3:03 am

orbit

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 for the stars. It was this way until the meteor “Pook” disrupted his orbit around this so called “heavenly body”. He was now free to explore the galaxies.

» Posted By Andreo Bongco On 02.06.2012 @ 4:40 pm

sacred

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.

» Posted By Andreo Bongco On 02.04.2012 @ 5:40 pm

chief

Hail to the motherfuckin’ chief.

» Posted By Andreo Bongco On 02.03.2012 @ 4:18 pm

epic

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 an eagle he picked it out, with the strength of a tiger he brought it forth toward his table of destiny. He then wrote the letter “A” on his test paper. It was epic.

» Posted By Andreo Bongco On 02.02.2012 @ 4:56 pm

wagon

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.

» Posted By Andreo Bongco On 02.01.2012 @ 7:32 pm

festival

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 knife. The night was young and they were on their way to a festival.

» Posted By Andreo Bongco On 02.01.2012 @ 9:31 am

odds

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

» Posted By Andreo Bongco On 01.30.2012 @ 7:52 am

function

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

» Posted By Andreo Bongco On 01.31.2012 @ 5:58 am

hoop

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 the Hoop Snake.

» Posted By Andreo Bongco On 01.28.2012 @ 10:13 pm

cabin

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.

» Posted By Andreo Bongco On 01.27.2012 @ 10:02 pm

collar

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”.

» Posted By Andreo Bongco On 01.26.2012 @ 6:50 pm

beehive

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.

» Posted By Andreo Bongco On 01.25.2012 @ 2:19 pm

hinge

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.

» Posted By Andreo Bongco On 01.23.2012 @ 5:14 pm

fences

We build our fences up towards the sky. We think to ourselves, ‘No one will get in, this is my land.’ But when we meet the right kind of person, those fences are gone in a second.

» Posted By Andreo Bongco On 01.23.2012 @ 1:17 am

scarce

Scarce are my thoughts as I write this entry. I think to myself, where have my muses fled to?

» Posted By Andreo Bongco On 01.22.2012 @ 7:17 am

sparkling

Vampire – a nocturnal bloodthirsty killer without remorse. Not a sparkling pansy boy who hits on expressionless women.

» Posted By Andreo Bongco On 01.11.2012 @ 3:02 pm

thorns

Although it had a sweet face and pleasing aroma. Below the rose, there are always thorns.

» Posted By Andreo Bongco On 01.05.2012 @ 7:34 am

trunk

The road was hard and bumpy. The ride was dark and unpleasant. Her seat was quite uncomfortable. All of this she realized in the back of the trunk.

» Posted By Andreo Bongco On 01.04.2012 @ 7:11 am

glimmer

In evening dusk, when the sun says goodbye, there she sat. Doing what she did best. Glimmering.

» Posted By Andreo Bongco On 01.02.2012 @ 1:49 am

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