fruArtist: francospasyo
"Obsession is not a fuckin virtue,
Deprivation is highly" - francospasyo
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
what else?
Sprinkling wonders of thoughts surrounds me
Like a new tattoo
Fickle fuddled eye confuse me
Like a new tattoo
A limbo of flash glimpse memory flux
Like a new tattoo
Keep’s on popping like a sub-sequential massacre
Like a new tattoo
Like a new tattoo
The air in the abyss is surfacing
Like a new tattoo
Quiet! You can hear the ground breathing
Like a new tattoo
These are my outlets
Like a new tattoo
Permanent and won’t leave me
Like a new tattoo
Thursday, September 29, 2011
Monday, September 5, 2011
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
what is this?
whats for you today?
When i was this stereotypical,backyard junkie, not thinking of the future person, i
never wonder nor even come up to an idea or ask myself, what's in store for me
today? why? Because simply i am already surviving.You get what you want, you do
what you want. It's a no holds bar type of game or to make it short you have your
own FREEDOM. Who wouldn't want to live on a place where the grass is green and the
gates are shining? where the beach is waving and the sun is smiling? Where food is
abundant and friends are sharing. It is an everyday FIESTA (FEAST). But the
inquisitive part happen when people start leaving. The day will still end. It's a cycle. But
still, WHY ARE YOU NOT ASKING, what is in store for me today?
Satiated by the cycle maybe you'll start asking. There is NO satisfaction for human
beings. Sooner or later we will be craving for something, maybe someone or anything,
When i was this stereotypical,backyard junkie, not thinking of the future person, i
never wonder nor even come up to an idea or ask myself, what's in store for me
today? why? Because simply i am already surviving.You get what you want, you do
what you want. It's a no holds bar type of game or to make it short you have your
own FREEDOM. Who wouldn't want to live on a place where the grass is green and the
gates are shining? where the beach is waving and the sun is smiling? Where food is
abundant and friends are sharing. It is an everyday FIESTA (FEAST). But the
inquisitive part happen when people start leaving. The day will still end. It's a cycle. But
still, WHY ARE YOU NOT ASKING, what is in store for me today?
Satiated by the cycle maybe you'll start asking. There is NO satisfaction for human
beings. Sooner or later we will be craving for something, maybe someone or anything,
considering you already have both of things and social needs
I guess its permanent, part of like a human bonding. We never really run out of ideas
or words, actions rather. We are ultimately infinite in every aspects and situations. But
why do we come up with too much problems and conflicts with our own counterpart If
we are really infinite in such ways?
Now you are starting to ask questions.
The mere fact that you started asking something, makes you the real you.
Questions in life are infinite as well so that makes you you. Now you are being
productive. The moment you free yourself from all of that cumbersome and
perplexities you can start breathing life. So next time you woke up start asking
questions.
or words, actions rather. We are ultimately infinite in every aspects and situations. But
why do we come up with too much problems and conflicts with our own counterpart If
we are really infinite in such ways?
Now you are starting to ask questions.
The mere fact that you started asking something, makes you the real you.
Questions in life are infinite as well so that makes you you. Now you are being
productive. The moment you free yourself from all of that cumbersome and
perplexities you can start breathing life. So next time you woke up start asking
questions.
Thursday, August 11, 2011
stereotypicals
hunting sounds with chimes that sing,
embrace the night with solemnity,
free and bold without uncertainty"
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
the clash
Then it all ends. You simply feel guilt with all those unfairly words and contrition rather, A sudden stop of your greatest cycle beyond the imaginable and unthinkable. The feeling of immense desperation might be present. Ridiculously and absurd but it is highly acknowledge and normal at these times and occasions. Considering the amount of rusty thoughts and delivered words by our dirty mouth. Yes, now I’m on a hot sit, nowhere to go, nothing to say, purely opposite of the past. A steady eyes, harmless hands, blunt thoughts. Watching things hardly fade out. Can’t even share my greetings on her special day, which is in fact today. Still, I could care less. They say day by day nothing seems to change, but pretty soon, everything's different. Yes it’s hard for me to beat that streak or maybe it was really written, the script for me I guess? No one knows. But the fact, there is no greater feeling than being with that someone who’s very special. Not aware it could be your last touch, the last scent, our last glimpse, the last breath or barely the last of the lasts. So make the most out of it, will you?
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
meet MOE-MOE
Clownfish are sequential hermaphrodites, meaning that they develop into males first, and when they mature, they become females.
(MOE doing his thing,swimming on his tank @room204)
"meet moe"
artist : frigor
copyright : august022011
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
"letters for the myth"
the sad part-
all the memories will be as pure as the rambling dessert of plateaus.
the goodness and perplexities that we shared in our past lives will be engraved in the lonely corners of our midnight theaters.
the sky that resembles on a sunlit afternoon will never cast its shadow.
all the doubts and pieces of our wondering minds will continue its trail along the distorts.
all my flendish and unguided mind has brought me into a world of the endings.
my feet and soul has delivered a costly effect that could certainly change in a blink.
my remorse and frailties demands a greater tension of unfulfillment.
all the portraits of our memory will vanish into the amidst.
all the tears we cried are abundantly vestige into the surface of our soul.
all the memories will be as pure as the rambling dessert of plateaus.
the goodness and perplexities that we shared in our past lives will be engraved in the lonely corners of our midnight theaters.
the sky that resembles on a sunlit afternoon will never cast its shadow.
all the doubts and pieces of our wondering minds will continue its trail along the distorts.
all my flendish and unguided mind has brought me into a world of the endings.
my feet and soul has delivered a costly effect that could certainly change in a blink.
my remorse and frailties demands a greater tension of unfulfillment.
all the portraits of our memory will vanish into the amidst.
all the tears we cried are abundantly vestige into the surface of our soul.
am on a hot seat with a lot less chats of covered mouth.
better grind for what tomorrow brings and none of the past.
better grind for what tomorrow brings and none of the past.
i brought you into this, you should have been thinking!, as you say.
these impelling words are more deeply twisting and enfeebling my soul.
the sad part is they will stay until were physically alive.
these impelling words are more deeply twisting and enfeebling my soul.
the sad part is they will stay until were physically alive.
Sunday, May 29, 2011
inkd and sketch
trivia : A portrait of my (lolo) grandfather. 88yrs old
-talking about the roots.
artist : frigor
-talking about the roots.
artist : frigor
>unfinished design
>perfect fit : forearm.
>trivia : Arabic inspired name
>artist : frigor
>copyright may 2011
>unfinished design
>perfect fit : left chest, left forearm
>trivia : polynesian inspired/ a left cut heart/ hopeless heart
>artist : frigor
>copyright may 2011
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>unfinished design
>perfect fit : back center piece, forearm with other design
>trivia : celtic, polynesian, continuity of life
>artist : frigor
>copyright may 2011
>trivia : boredom, emotional stress, blind idea
>artist : frigor
>copyright june 2011
>trivia : musical symbols, my personal guitar f-hole (ibanez AM73tbr)
>perfect fit : forearm , side parts
>artist : frigor
>copyright june 2011
>trivia : polynesian, single heart
>perfect fit : arms, shoulder, chest
>artist : frigor
>copyright june 2011
>trivia : falter, blame me
>perfect fit : back piece, sides
>artist : frigor
>copyright june 2011
>trivia : Hannya Mask (japanese) One tradition states that this name was given to this mask because it was the name of an artist monk Hannya-bô who is said to have perfected its creation.
Mask is used in Japanese Noh theater, representing a jealous female demon or serpent.
>artist : frigor
>copyright june 2011
>trivia : Hand in hand
>artist : frigor
>copyright june 2011
Mask is used in Japanese Noh theater, representing a jealous female demon or serpent.
>artist : frigor
>copyright june 2011
Monday, May 23, 2011
uno fantastiko
a mimic of your pantomime,
reflects on surface impaired,
ignite and boost the sign,
on single stroke you bare,
in fury and enrage,
the journey begins its darker age,
flow of life derange,
hope constrains,
playing like a limerick,
lines and words are steep,
act so quick,
cuts you deep,
Big Empty
barely i thought everything is going to be fine.
i thought you're gonna be happy?
i thought you're gonna leave everything behind and start fresh?
i thought it's gonna be different?
still you wanted more.
the idea of being away from you makes it more clueless.
every little thing we've shared are being drawn in the past.
why is it so hard when all you want is to share your feelings and emotions?
why am i so transparent?
how could life be so cruel sometimes.
they say i have to drain my cup, i even put holes on it still the water keeps flowing.
her dizzy head is conscience laden.
big empty.
i thought you're gonna be happy?
i thought you're gonna leave everything behind and start fresh?
i thought it's gonna be different?
still you wanted more.
the idea of being away from you makes it more clueless.
every little thing we've shared are being drawn in the past.
why is it so hard when all you want is to share your feelings and emotions?
why am i so transparent?
how could life be so cruel sometimes.
they say i have to drain my cup, i even put holes on it still the water keeps flowing.
never use your weakness to be your strength.
people are selfish.
the cruelty of this human raise, the human and it's cruel case!her dizzy head is conscience laden.
big empty.
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
101?
blogging - a word, blog - a sound effect e.g ka-BLOGG!!!!? like a sound of a person who just fell off the ground. Well this is only a personal blog, like a diary? it is, opinions of myself, some thoughts of myself, journals maybe,some songs, poems, nothing fancy, not so informative,for now i guess. Often times i stumble into some word formations on my mind and there is this enigmatic sense of feeling that hey, i have to write that! What was the word again?
yeah, you just missed it. BLOGG!!
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