Confused-Shoes

This is a Freak Country and I am allowed to say what I want to say.

The indelible ink in my forefinger has proven to be incredible. Two weeks after the polls and they’re still here. Not that I do not take frequent showers nor wash dishes or water plants or clean cars or clip nails, it’s just that, this ink is really, incredibly, indelible. Incredible indelible ink.

And all over there are news of massive cheating, freaking governors, insane COMELEC people, apathetic middle-class employees and beleaguered teachers.

I am just to happy that Darlene Custodio won against Manny Pacquiao, because, if she did not, then, hell, I would have really felt that this country is hopeless.

But is it not? This is a freak country and we are going to the dogs.

And to think that three weeks from now I will officially be a law student? Hell, will I be part of the massive fraudelent rotten horrible democratic system that we have?

Geez. I hope there are apothecaries somewhere that sell polyjuice potion (so I could evade the authorities when they issue a warrant of arrest against me), veritaserum (for our idolized chronic liars, the politicians), and felix felicis (for everything else).

Wohoo. Sorry, silly post.