The pride of bosses

                                A culture beauty of my Emmo Hemmian side of self Fairy tale                                                   

It's he who taught me things which are quite essential in most points of human being on Earth, though lost in a graceful land for so long time I think it's a sacrilege of people to pin me as a bolt without any strength to interface against the belligerent soul of people making me as a target point around. Though that past is really annoying, still I can say most of them were handsome and quite a veer when dealing with my happiness. My sudden destruction ought me of a man whom I really don't know but give me some of his knowledge that I learned to escape from a clandestine role in this society giving some instances in my part and made me keen that some important people were quite a destiny of a dramatic bomb that may be a reprimand of my thoughts. Everything in my life are vicious that must be optimized by my mind to have a clear part with the fantastic analysis and legend of a woman in the hands of many people but given an option by he who seemed to be a pride of all bosses and help me to propagate myself in the sage and humorous trends of his enlightenment. I never doubted that hours but there's a point of view that I think I had to be mad of him, because of his notions in life. Really undermining it is that I have to explore of myself to see the world quite liturgical and enthusiastic when being with him far more years in my life which is though oblivion still become a part of a ricocheted society that have a lot of conspiracies. Though crucial and an indulgence as a semi-diplomat and culture enthusiast writer, I see a derailed womanhood deep inside of myself acting in the jolts of people for a crave of lavish envoys that I may share in the progress of society. Learning with this adventure I see different protocols and modest demeanor that I'm quite oblige to see myself seeing different fads around which may improve a new culture. With his encompassed visions seeing this world as a neglect trend urge by people to decline, I manage myself for a colorful voyage in different facets of reality from the feigned supranational activities which is not so potent to be a credit of different statuses of life. I can say that it's more of something if the pride of many people who may give me learning to earn more credits, it's better to envision a reverberating culture in this world. Teaching me how to breath for myself dealing with knowledge, it's much a consecrated thing to apply the skills he taught me in this world. As a head inside my mind one aspect that I learned with him and it is keeping closed mind when hearing too much knowledge around which may seem a sociological syndrome when obsessed. I had to vow him because he's a pride of different current affairs, a pride of most women and a meek person who lead the world with necessity of a "Surrealistic World."

The 7th issue

Now a new beginning settled endowed with great honor with my endearly mother, the cool... or cold father, my lover (the phantom) and the mad hatter. In this established thought of adventure I experience another rape culture with a settled fraternity whom I hated most of my life. I'd experience a motiff of punches and an ethereal ardors of their keenliness with my body. In the dark path of my mind I see them as group of people emotionally in touch with me recently, it's life adventure that I struggled myself to escape. But my sentiments of running a sweet life one of them let me feel the sweetes caress after the hatred of myself as a woman in this public world. An image of a running conscience against the strife of mystery in my day of sabbath becomes quite delicate and had to murmur the wisdom that I have to envigorate myself just to carry my body in this fiefdom of weird confraternity. The strangles, kicks and whips against my body of antagonizing people who had a culture of great belief but sometimes encompassed a very difficult niche in each facets of life. I think of myself that this should end my life struggles from deterring forces of natures. The aspects of their culture is quite difficult to understand but future may say how creed affect their circumstance. At least I escaped the thousand messages of their whips, with my securities in this entire espionage everything ended with a voluminous knowledge but the merciless struggles never undermine my womanhood. In the heave of my mission to study different cultures around, the phantom explained me of the touches of ravages I experienced from his insults. Then everything made me learn how to conquer myself though difficult it is that in the lashes of poisonous daunts I tend myself that he do save me against the entire destruction of that fraternity who may give me detriment. Like a story of 50 shades of grey I become enthusiastic of how everything happened in the universe that I learned how to become a rouge in the succulent perceptions they have in this continuous covert acts. As an intelligence, a writer and sociologist like Nancy Drew in that world I saw different groups of people that I may discuss after a plunge of this wisdom. Seeing a society, this endearly mother taught me of things which is quite feastive when it comes to indulgence of a love story that I must learn to carry in my sojourn in life... It's a day of sacrilege against my youth the tries to dethrone my life.

A courtesy

For pleasure but sorrow I acknowledge the moments that I'm with her, most of the moments that I personified in a rigid miniscule thing she still give the value that encounters me much of having sympathy with gift of enlightenment, which is a fad in the benigns of the the great Senor. It happened to be a perfection and not a destruction of myself, it's a truth that prepondered by a great man, someone who's envisioned with innate treasure which is from all the security of mind and behavior. Universally speaking it's a clash of different conscience that runs from the society. Once it was a story of a Joan of Arc dying for triumphant force, everything that I inculcated to escape from the harshness of reality where the unknown Master of madness in this society runs the legion of war and fate crisis which affects me most. It's superficial that I acted idiosyncratically with the people of unsinkable emotion and deprived mentality against what is truth and wisdom. Seeing what is a more sophist and feastive in everybodies sight is all what I can say a flavor that had to be  cheered with ,wonders and great love. A while ago I'd watch a movie regarding enthusiasm and pledge of success, the man had been honored by mounds of powerful people because of the simple wisdom he shared in their society. Everything run towards his simple strength and becomes a great courtesy with the queen. It's babble in fame that everyone can be wealthy of having contentment in what they have not fame and popularity, there's always an accidental victory in the worsening treasure that fades away. It can be a knowledge or a wine to sip concluding an enamor for a thwarting career, knowledge is not just a power but also can be courtesy that can help for the assurance of a fugitive soul. There's always a dire clothing that most children never imparted an interest, it's like a fate that a soul never incorporate with and took granting challenges for a better claim. Like a blood that runs in our veins there's always heroism to wear your own beauty, you may never hear a word but simplifying yourself as a sociable thinker in our humorous escape from pressures of work facing the banks of leisure and enjoyment with styles and designs of a belleza coutour. For a more mature activity, what's more pleasant not only in the enjoyment of a highest duke but in the marmalades of equality. It's not only in fashion but a mere concocted mirror of conjuring attitudes beneath the skills and craftmanship of fate and human being. People are always that of juicy things, if only the wonders can touch what really means for an optimistic future and happiness as the whole world sings together with the sun. Like a pour of honey in the verdict one day, there's always an heirarchy of status and orders of mouthful wisdom with the Mr. Rufus who never lures me but a betrayal becomes the curse between the love that we had for a long time. Mind is always overture but mustn't be overtaken by itself, most of the trials and uneasy conditions, pobres are the one who can be an assault in this betrayal. My journey must always be in comfort though derisive with the savvy people, I must be noble not only in dids but also in name and publicity. It can heave my dreams of wealth that had to be in my hands, there are varied purpose why people do this and do that. In the reign of society, fads can say that media is also a medium in the scepter of success, on the right hand maybe the treasure that never lures people but tell the truth. For a better reason people may also can do everything that honors them so much not only in what they have. My emo-hemmian side of self brings flavor with the road that I'm traveling so far and only matches to those who never have a poisonous tongue. Matching my own courtesy it can be deal with jurisdiction hoping for an unshrinkable endeavors, everything must be in courtesy though burrowed under furrows of dethronement.

Voice of Mary

 
                                                             MarianKnight forever :)

                                                               Reasons of Womanhood


Like she was a cunning woman whom I meet idly in my life thrusting myself to be in the verge of reconaissance. Much of it, everything made me hard to understand in her own nuptials just like a crook stabilizing who she really is, I told myself I had to be aware of my movements in that my belief would be destructed from the recons of the phantom who used to give my life in danger. It's always a consequence to everything that I had to make it an instance to unheaved myself from popularity, but a just gente trying to sickle myself from the society with lustrous accents in their sutured qualms of their ethereal jives, improving our own worldly project but I have to entail a grateful sign just like a courtesy with her. Having voice of sorrow and owned success, it was her built to become a tariray queen owning what she loves to have for a pure and keenly soul that she views from men and women of feastive emotions in their ultimate eagerness of innovative emotional intimacy. For a better claim she know how to criticize but make it a point of factual insecurities regarding herself. It was her venture to give success in this realm full of pleasure, well what can I say all or nothing, everything started behind the reigns and curvatures of her blessed body. On a ricocheted overture with other woman claiming a strove in the sickle of lover she is a united mother who has an air of well blessed womb. Gathering lots of facts and instincts of a tough woman I call her a blessed virgin one peeving me with a disgraceful attitude and must be anxious of her mischevious antagonism. It's her voice of a deluge faith that divulges everything making a truth of her popularity. Sometimes she told me, do you need a mother who'll give a baby sitting company just to imbibe you with entire love?  I nodded and said "nothing". It's like an entire phenomena of blasted cries she had to stop a lot of womanhood from delineating sexual intercourse with other man believing that there would be a purity of their souls in their leisures of ritual causes. It's apologetical towards her in my bequins of sweet sorrow with other men that I made to improve a winning surge for my future but it's like that, her answers were calm and enthusiastic that my virginity had lost, nothing she had to be wary anymore since everything had done, her body's destroyed ano pang magagawa niya? But voicing out what she feels from us as women of deluxe love story for men we'd garnered a pride inspite of what happened, "Lunukin na lang namin ang laway namin" parang ganun? In this smidget world we crossed our ways and being a lady is my just.

Naked truth

What matter's most about handsome guys were much of a bolero so you have to warn yourself with their modest sort of attitude. They relieve my world with flowers and imaginary show cases that I think is in a hurry of wealth and treasures, this sojourn won't stop my life but help me soar myself above the sky like a shining magic wholly of what I called a fantasy feeling like a mermaid.  Thousand times of my expectations and wishful things urge the world to say a pulse of echo for everyone of us. Notwithstanding with this belleza life it's all a clandestine thing to purge a flavor with them though difficult to hang with, during my childhood, sometimes there's a sense that I have to watch MTV mush especially in the old times but it reminds me of the marble guy running a quest to achieve his goal. Seemingly that he's perfect I still can say there's a dire need for me to take risk with him, until I suddenly jotted down that everything is an err, he mingled with me just for a dream thinking that he'll forever be with me. Scornfully everything in my sight becomes a park without any people anymore, ethereally it's like a say everything matters if a "Turn off" Thing might be a deluge with us. Guys will be guys, men will be men, they have good physique, a vampire sometimes a werewolf but they'll bite you when you wrong move. Everything means a lot and feisty towards ourselves us girls thinking of our car crush, fitness gymn, christmassly treat dates, etc. Typically they love farting when making girls slow down in shyness wherein in one hand they turned on instead. Soulfully most of them were finely interested of their same levels but catching their attention will be an optimistic expectation through us. I dare say I had a dream where a centaur war cheif or what we called Tikbalang, court me last night specifically it's like a dream come true like a Lyra in the forest having a surge for people in cry. But then I finally found out he doesn't loves me because there's a fame and luck in his own hands. It's like their treasures were far more important rather than love and twists of good fate which everything he told me before going away, then I summoned deep inside my mind that mischieviously, they give me burberry and chocolate streuss if they see the real me deep inside my heart and that's everything which we called a "pagpapakatotoo". Severely it's a must have in this world that they're much harder to figure out rather than women like me. Flowers and chocolates crazily speaking of their total manhood we must follow the real Voice of Womanhood to see the truth about them.

They're men...

Finding cute guys... Some place to hunt

 How to look a hundred times of orgasm with guys gently, then its viewing from different houses much a mystery where you can identify their fathers having an aesthetic wisdom towards earthly materials or something wonderful in the sight of humanos. My journey regarding peace of mind and anti-sickness taught me how to become cheerful at all times though there's an earie yearns with people who doesn't know me much but help me of how can I urge a real benign in colorful life. Wanting to look for enlightenment it's one of my fantasies, seeing people with meticulous rituals onwards themselves. Intellectually there's a verge where you can sort them, most of the time in places merge with people of simplicity and lifeless looking odds. Different factors can be outrage with them, such as wooden tables, old gates and a bungalow house. Most of them has it all, looking for a quality type guys you can hurdle yourself with these places, I can't tell you but it's a severe thing to give you experiences finding most of  them as a virile epitome to delve a new found attribute of your own style of courtesy it's them who nice looking men whom you can give your effort to be with, forever or gently plead with them at the same time. The question is, will they give us their effort? They're like special things which we can hide the most of our life, it's some real thing which we can tell a luck from our own genie who give us the magic we ever had. Handsome guys... We can look their value with the secrets they mostly hid themselves. What we can tell about an X-factor with them is their scary material about espionage with girls like us, it's a treasure for ourselves. Looking with fragrance and smell you it's an odd, just like rescuing them against whiches who casted a spell. So, beautiful ladies, what are we waiting for? We're mostly incumbent of their honors, it's a must. For all of my adventures and fights against evil that lurks around my life I can say it's a 1% inspiration amongst them. Sometimes we can say that French women can be our enemy or a Chantal Minh who's spoiled brath of what she wants to gain her life, conspicuously they're a redunduncy of a future who can do a lot of her life controlling and inhaling the man of their dreams. We can say it's an effort to do our best to achieve the real success... it's man, Some of their meidiocre life is living in old houses with brand new cars some were studying in a social class school where we can say they're audible to be with maybe sometime or forever, women... Let's save our prince Eric to be with forever, as a soulmate that Mother Mary can give us as a happiness towards how we color life. I can't define how it's images conjure themselves but girls what are we waiting for?

A Villagers note

                                                                   The Torn woman

My journey towards downtown village is much a clandestine role that I believe can ease the temper of each individuals emotions. There I saw different sorts of people vying for spaces, walking all around wayward to different stores, it's like an urgent norm since they catch the society's attentions in that they differ themselves from each other. Their emotions were handled by society looking forward through new generation and much of a rekindles of their individuality. It's like a townsquare which they seemed being envisioned with harmony and an edge for a reasonable mimmicking conscience wanting to say do I have to buy this. Then there, I think I'd harvest the very moment which is inculcated with treasures of happiness. Justifying their acts seemed to be meaningful in my sight in that people must be only aware of there conscience towards the society, that have been a menace because of continuous wrath especially of the people wary for pleasures and surmounted tasks. Catching tantamounted treasures were much of a greedy inheritance. It was their succulent thrust regarding the real world. Understanding the truth about the real generation of society today it's my incumbence dealing with the heirarchy of society, feeling the difference and uniqueness of my esque, a humungous and vibrant culture depicts of a typical sentiment being absorb by the society and never becomes a wreck but instead becomes an instrument of intellect towards what their heart speak of themselves. It becomes much a meaningful whim towards fullfillment of dreams that one day each of us especially of the pobres of the society may accomplish. Since it is the so called queen of all standards it conveys a message of how people like me can absorb our own wealth and is the different features of the world. We're much literate due to the growing issues that heave the society. Being unusual, I can see how we as people communicated our feelings by means of the so called thought broadcasting which becomes my strength. It can be a factor in the growing future, my belief with society had been deteriorated due to the cruel future. Time has all it had been due to the pleasures of the greedy mass intstigating the pobres yearning for wealth. I can say that my piece of knowledge can hurdle some factors in delineating most of the people's sentiments and sometimes conscience. I can say people we're not much wary of what may happen since in the real world trusting themselves is a virtue of bravery thinking how a pobre can make fight the good fight for their own value, then it's all I can called value of sentiments seemingly in a hand of help.