On the roof of a running car. He looked so shocked, must have woken up from sleep. The driver, I assume, doesn't know a pusang kalye is there. I want to be the cat, bag-ong mata, nakuratan, nagtan-aw sa mga nagdagan nga mga balay ug makalipong nga dan. I want to be the driver, nag-drive, munaog, unya makuratan sa iring, makatawa.
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
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