EonGrey Mush Potato
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one for always.
Sunday, October 31, 2010
Friday, October 1, 2010
Saturday, August 7, 2010
To another living thing
Dear another living thing,
I see you are alone and distracted or destructed rather. In my search for some shelter in my mind where I could spend tonight, I saw you. And somethings came up to my mind, like instant somethings I want to tell you. That would go like this.
You never know when you are going to die. So sail away, take the high road, eat as much as you can, while you can. No food could kill you. Anyway, it is every living thing's destiny, to die in the end. Wherever you are make yourself comfortable and carefree. Nevermind the people who stare or whisper. You'd be just as miserable if you don't. Go on. Be carried away by the currents that has been blowing you. Be spontaneous. Seriously, try to communicate with the people around you. Don't just talk, communicate. Stop paraphrasing. Say what you mean. Maybe you could practice with inanimate objects like that napkin holder in front of you. I can tell that, too but don't worry if you feel like you're not doing anything right lately. Life could be pretty messy. But haven't you thought of it, that the more mess you could make out of it, the more things you could look back to and laugh at. I see you worry about time all the time, too. Stop clockwatching. Life is a rush you can't kill. Just go easy and light with it. Though death is the most certain thing in this world, forget that you are running out of time.
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I see you are alone and distracted or destructed rather. In my search for some shelter in my mind where I could spend tonight, I saw you. And somethings came up to my mind, like instant somethings I want to tell you. That would go like this.
You never know when you are going to die. So sail away, take the high road, eat as much as you can, while you can. No food could kill you. Anyway, it is every living thing's destiny, to die in the end. Wherever you are make yourself comfortable and carefree. Nevermind the people who stare or whisper. You'd be just as miserable if you don't. Go on. Be carried away by the currents that has been blowing you. Be spontaneous. Seriously, try to communicate with the people around you. Don't just talk, communicate. Stop paraphrasing. Say what you mean. Maybe you could practice with inanimate objects like that napkin holder in front of you. I can tell that, too but don't worry if you feel like you're not doing anything right lately. Life could be pretty messy. But haven't you thought of it, that the more mess you could make out of it, the more things you could look back to and laugh at. I see you worry about time all the time, too. Stop clockwatching. Life is a rush you can't kill. Just go easy and light with it. Though death is the most certain thing in this world, forget that you are running out of time.
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Friday, June 25, 2010
love from my playlist
Though I'm dead-tired last night, I wasn't able to sleep. So i decided to start a new photoshop project while listening to my playlist. But I stood up til 2am and have these lyrics printed on my grey supposed-to-be-worksheet.
EVERY.CELL.IN.MY.BRAIN.SEEMS.TO.WORK.JUST.FOR.YOU.
YOU,
your greatest fan (who still thinks all the song is written for you),
Mush Potato
Monday, June 7, 2010
EONGREY
Be thankful for the resonating light,
for bringing you a stolen beauty of a picture that is painted by someone,
who has no name but you wish to keep even just in dreams.
I see that you are captivated by the painting’s details,
as you are familiar with every single stroke of the colors inside the frame.
Suddenly you realized that the frame is concealed,
as it is painted for somebody else,
and so the colors escape your sight.
As if they are washed away by your own tears.
for bringing you a stolen beauty of a picture that is painted by someone,
who has no name but you wish to keep even just in dreams.
I see that you are captivated by the painting’s details,
as you are familiar with every single stroke of the colors inside the frame.
Suddenly you realized that the frame is concealed,
as it is painted for somebody else,
and so the colors escape your sight.
As if they are washed away by your own tears.
*photo by ayen hernandez
Sunday, May 30, 2010
to freedom!
I am Mush Potato. I am Butthead. I am Rainbow Brite. I am Ferb. I am Luigi. I am Super. I am whoever I wish to be. I am whoever Mushy sees me. Happiness. Daydream believer.
I dream of having my house in some place kilometers away from my neighbors; where I could fly kite, have skinny dipping, ride a vintage bike, climb a tree and watch the big yellow moon, perhaps marry, do things that I never knew I could. Ironic it seems, but the meaning of happiness for me is absolute freedom - away from people, who stare, their standards or that morality. Who follows that anyway? I see all people fracture that book one wicked way or another. And ramblings maybe, I'm but I'm tired of hearing my decadence from others mouth while they fail to see their own tainted collars.
I'm living in one of the undiscovered Africas in the world, where in ordinary days great Savanna race happens in a very peculiar way. Survival of the fittest. Fittest in this context means most normal (that's scary) and understood. They are most likely if not win, will survive the race. Weak deviants nevertheless either hang themselves in the closet or jump off from an edge of something high than to struggle to be accepted.
I got tired of looking for a brighter side of this world. Or at least making myself believe that there is. That's why I chose to live in my own Inside world. Even if it's small (even getting smaller everyday). Inside, I feel safe. I have a vague picture of this inside I can't really describe it. Inside is oftentimes metaphorical. On the Outside, the Inside is nothing, just an illusion. But Inside is relative. For me, Inside is an escape pod. It is somewhere I feel everything is alright. Some people traveled for years just to find their Insides. I however, found mine with Mushy.
I am on a journey that would perhaps start one year from now. I hope. On a humanistic perspective, I am on a journey to find a safer place for me and Mushy, to build that house I've been dreaming of, to feed our Insides; where we could really be ourselves, and not just take the camouflage of the accepted truth.
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I dream of having my house in some place kilometers away from my neighbors; where I could fly kite, have skinny dipping, ride a vintage bike, climb a tree and watch the big yellow moon, perhaps marry, do things that I never knew I could. Ironic it seems, but the meaning of happiness for me is absolute freedom - away from people, who stare, their standards or that morality. Who follows that anyway? I see all people fracture that book one wicked way or another. And ramblings maybe, I'm but I'm tired of hearing my decadence from others mouth while they fail to see their own tainted collars.
I'm living in one of the undiscovered Africas in the world, where in ordinary days great Savanna race happens in a very peculiar way. Survival of the fittest. Fittest in this context means most normal (that's scary) and understood. They are most likely if not win, will survive the race. Weak deviants nevertheless either hang themselves in the closet or jump off from an edge of something high than to struggle to be accepted.
I got tired of looking for a brighter side of this world. Or at least making myself believe that there is. That's why I chose to live in my own Inside world. Even if it's small (even getting smaller everyday). Inside, I feel safe. I have a vague picture of this inside I can't really describe it. Inside is oftentimes metaphorical. On the Outside, the Inside is nothing, just an illusion. But Inside is relative. For me, Inside is an escape pod. It is somewhere I feel everything is alright. Some people traveled for years just to find their Insides. I however, found mine with Mushy.
I am on a journey that would perhaps start one year from now. I hope. On a humanistic perspective, I am on a journey to find a safer place for me and Mushy, to build that house I've been dreaming of, to feed our Insides; where we could really be ourselves, and not just take the camouflage of the accepted truth.
Sunday, May 9, 2010
isangdaan at dalawang butas
Kung para sa totoong pagbabago ang hangarin mo sa pagtakbo sa eleksyong ito, bakit sa huli, isa isa kayong nagstapler ng pera sa inyong pangalan?Marahil ganun lang talaga kayo kayaman at walang mapaglagyan ng pera kaya pinamigay na lang. Pero hayaan na kung saan galing ang mga perang yan. Ang isipin kung bakit kailangan nyo pang bilhin ang boto ng tao ay sapat na para magtae ang bolpen ko.
Kung alam mong ikaw ay karapatdapat manungkulan, bakit ka makikipagsabayan sa mga kalaban mo? Bakit sa lahat ng araw ng pagpapagod mo sa pangangampanya, sa paglalatag ng makataong plataporma, sa pagsasabing matwid ka, ngayon sa huling araw ay nagpahulog ka, sumabay sa agos ng kurapsyon? Bakit ka bumibili ng boto!
Maaaring para sa iyo, payak na pagtumbas lamang yan sa mga katunggali mo, pero para sa akin nagiging malabo na ang sinasabi mong pagbabago. Dahil sa dalawang maliit na butas sa papel na hawak ko, kitang-kita ko na ang kinabukasan ng Pilipinas sa susunod na anim na taon.
Hindi na rin ako nagtataka kung bakit umaga pa lang napakaraming tao na ang nag-aabang sa kalsada. Tingnan mo, gabi na nadyan pa rin sila. Tsk. Malamang nagaantay sa baluktot mong pangako.
Nakakawalang gana. Kahit na una pa lang alam ko nang palpak, excited pa rin naman ako sa electronic election na yan. Dahil unang beses kong boboto. Sana mabilang ang boto ko. Dahil bukas boboto ako bilang taong malaya. Boboto ako bilang taong hindi bayad.
Kung masyadong magarbo ang wish kong yan at imposible, eto na lang:
Sana wag mareject ang balota ko ng PCOS Machine nyo.
Kahit yan na lang. Kahit di ko na alam kung saan mapupunta yon pakatapos.
Friday, March 26, 2010
Whats 'nothing' for us
I'll fill my heart with you. Your crooked smile and cruel nose. Your strong eyes. I'll miss you so hard. Because I have missed you so much already.
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But according to the theory of relativity, each observer has his own measure of time, which is registered on the watch he is wearing. Watches on different observers do not have to register the same measurement of time. Therefore, time evolved into a personal concept, depending on the observer who is measuring it.
I know you remember that for us, time is nothing.
Hold on. I'll be waiting for you, love...
Monday, March 8, 2010
for megan phhhox
this two years is just like a preview. (Kumbaga, poster at trailer pa nga lang, nakanganga ka na. haha.) ü
and this is not a story about love.... It's love, telling it's own never-ending mushy story...with a lot of those not so typical scenes, taking for example,that one where the lover would peep over the bathroom vents just to make sure the other lover is safe. Haha.
A lot of laughter, of romance, hard times, cute times, perfect times, twists and turns, lots of talking, clean and otherwise, spoofs, spills, lots of thumbfights, volks game, weird obsesion with nailtips and armpits, lots of art, very good soundtrack, lightings from the moon, spicy and salty actors, attention-seeking-trying-hard-to-steal-love vilains, and a ten-years-in-the-making script.
This is one true love. This is our story. Showing forever since that April 2.
Come on, feel your lazyboy now,couch potato. We're having rootbeers and popping some corn for this rolling 4D. ü and oh, hey! dont expect it to end...ü -eongrey
get well soon!
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and this is not a story about love.... It's love, telling it's own never-ending mushy story...with a lot of those not so typical scenes, taking for example,that one where the lover would peep over the bathroom vents just to make sure the other lover is safe. Haha.
A lot of laughter, of romance, hard times, cute times, perfect times, twists and turns, lots of talking, clean and otherwise, spoofs, spills, lots of thumbfights, volks game, weird obsesion with nailtips and armpits, lots of art, very good soundtrack, lightings from the moon, spicy and salty actors, attention-seeking-trying-hard-to-steal-love vilains, and a ten-years-in-the-making script.
This is one true love. This is our story. Showing forever since that April 2.
Come on, feel your lazyboy now,couch potato. We're having rootbeers and popping some corn for this rolling 4D. ü and oh, hey! dont expect it to end...ü -eongrey
2 on 2 from mush potato on Vimeo.
get well soon!
Thursday, March 4, 2010
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