WIP from long ago.

WIP for way way back.

I didn't get to finish this. Even now.

Or at least, I made some modifications which I didn't like and thus, it was labeled as 'Eternally WIP.'

I'm planning to scan my recent artworks just so I could post it on my dA account but I can't seem to find time to do it.

Or at least, every time I get a free one, I don't feel like scanning stuff so I put things off to do so in the near future.

Yeah. The so-called 'Filipino' habit almost becoming a stereotype for us.

Details?

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On the spot poetry.

Left alone.

LSS on the move.

Random thoughts that flutter by,

drinking coke in the middle of the night.

Fantasy became the root of existence,

truth meld with lies.

Reality became the basis of an illusion,

Rainbows run with their colors left behind.

I don't even think,

I make the slightest sense to anyone else

but me.