Flexing Some Muscles a la Farina

I wish I can write this in one let go like I used to do; tipsy with sleepy eyes, bottles of strong beer scattered on the floor, the industrial electric fan whirring beside me in a never ending cycle and the speaker of my headset singing in anguish about a lost father. Mind has been sharpened a little bit by correct practice and body posture yet still feeling the debilitating effect of some bad habit. Nevertheless, will strut and grin a la Farina, looking around in a sly look on how the world has moved without this crut noticing it. Oh, yes, satori in Cavite for a very long period of time. But who’s gonna believe it anyway. Kerouac knew the dharma but died drunk in some musky room somewhere far from the Big Sur. Yes, the Big Sur; a very long time ago. The moment I lay my hands on it, I voraciously read it inside the bus, glancing from time to time at the couple of passenger across my seat anticipating whether the guy would swallow his girlfriend while they kiss and make out as what I read somewhere Zapra wrote in her column. Dharma Bums. Where the hell is that book? Oh, forgot. Just read it in two sittings in Powerbooks in its old location along Arnaiz Ave. Read a hell of a lot of books there. Discovered also Calvino during that time while several of the domesticated poseurs ran their trade to get the attention of specialized people. (Drat! A whole gang would curse and slam my face straight against the concrete wall for using the term – I will never finish my thesis but I’m trying to learn how to read and write again so be there when Infinite Worlds, or what the hell the book will be named, will be launched or just see me at my deathbed please.) So where am I now? Sonofabitch! It really took a toll on me. No more Kerouac yakking here like a mad dog but a slowed down (mental slow down?) trying to catch the spirit of the humid air pervading inside my room. Two cigarettes with far-in-between puffs just to get my head focus and get this practice going like a good riff!!! Okay, okay. I’m already hallucinating. I just saw a flicker of light went off at my right side as I balance myself on my seat. Lil Feather is already here. (Finished or not finished, pass your failed papers. :-D)