“Leaving Las Vegas”
Life springs eternal
On a gaudy neon street
Not that I care at all
I spent the best part of my losing streak
In an Army Jeep
For what I can’t recall
Oh I’m banging on my TV set
And I check the odds
And I place my bet
I pour a drink
And I pull the blind
And I wonder what I’ll find
I’m Leaving Las Vegas
Lights so bright
Palm sweat, blackjack
On a Saturday night
Leaving Las Vegas
Leaving for good, for good
I’m leaving for good
I’m leaving for good
Used to be I could drive up to
Barstow for the night
Find some crossroad trucker
To demonstrate his might
But these days it seems
Nowhere is far enough away
So I’m leaving Las Vegas today
I’m standing in the middle of the desert
Waiting for my ship to come in
But now no joker, no jack, no king
Can take this loser hand
And make it win
I quit my job as a dancer
At the Lido Des Girls
Dealing blackjack until one or two
Such a muddy line between
The things you want
And the things you have to do
I’m leaving Las Vegas
And I won’t be back
No I won’t be back
Not this time
Without you, I’m as lonely as an abandoned dog on the side of a highway. I have gift anxiety, even though I don’t know when your birthday is. We can spend perfect days shopping and cleaning together. I swear, I’ll never make wisecracks when you scrape your tires against the curb while parallel parking. If you consent to live with me, I’ll clean the toilet every week. I’ll do it with my tongue if you ask. I will strike the words “hooters” and “love rockets” from my vocabulary. I’ll love you. Even if your name is Mimi and you want me to pronounce it “May May”. I will only pass gas underneath the covers and under the direst of circumstances. Hell, I’ll go on a low cholesterol diet. And I won’t buy one of those red sports cars when I hit my mid-life crisis. Your parents can come visit us every week, even if your mom is a witch with a capital B. And your folks don’t have to go to a retirement home because they can come live with us. I declare, I’ll separate the whites from the colors and learn the mysteries of hot and cold water washes. I’ll never huff and puff while waiting for you to put on my makeup. If you’re a cat person, I’ll never point out the fact that a dog can save your life from drowning, but a cat can’t. I will happily go see chick flicks with you, like “Pride and Prejudice”. I’ll make a point to trying new food like okra gumbo. I won’t curl my nose at vegetables whose awful taste is disguised by having cheese on it. I pledge to always say “yes” when you ask, “Is my hair looking okay tonight?” I’m gonna bring a whole new meaning to the word “cuddle”. I’ll be thoughtful enough to read your horoscope every day. I’m gonna save every birthday card you send me! And I’ll actually write you real letters when we’re apart. I’m never gonna expect you to know where I left my car keys, and I’ll never leave my socks on the floor. With me, you’ll find the cap is always on the toothpaste. I’ll start wearing those bikini style underwear if you like. My belly button will always be lint free. I want to full-on kiss your clitoris. It will be the most passionate, intimate experience you’ve ever had. I declare now, I will give my life for you. And if you fail to come to me, I know some part of me will surely die.
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About luiwui
I was born during the late days of June, a time of the year when tropical storms, blackouts and flash floods rules the greater metropolitan Manila, in the year 1981 when my country is nearing its tipping point of economic and moral collapse. The same year when Martial Law was lifted and four years before the Edsa Revolution.
The time, season and even my country's political atmosphere seems to affect how I would be 26 years after I was born. It would probably explain how crazy and chaotic my life can be.
But my family background would do more justice to the insanity that sculpts my existence.
I'm the youngest of three sons. The eldest died three days after being born. The second have unresolvable anger management issues who try to calm himself with hobbies which includes pitbull fighting, playing war games and beating the hell out of his punching bag.
My parents are both flower children. Filipino hippies who experimented and got hooked with organic and chemical recreational drugs. But their both sober now. The proof of this is well, their divorced. You can't get more sober that that.
My dad is a Customs Police. Yes he's a government "pig". A comedian and a "breeder". He has several mistresses and i have a dozen or more half-siblings (and still counting) all around the country. Every port he got posted at... its bound to happen that'll he end up knocking some girl off.
My mom, she's sweet. She loves gambling, smokes a lot, and she's part of big mafia like syndicate that operates on illegal drugs. But over all she's sweet. I love you ma'!
My grandparents? Father side, he's old man is a former mobster turned government employee slash mobster turned religious man slash retreat master. Back in the day he and his crew, which includes Berting Labra, ran protection rackets, numbers game, and customs undeclared item smuggling. Killed or have ordered someone killed. The real Filipino mob. NICE!
Dad's mom is the youngest daughter of one the richest Don's in Pateros then a municipality of Rizal. They used to own a big bakery, a pharmacy and a medical clinic. They basically own our town then. NICE!
Mother Side. Her father and all his sibling are cops. Her father got a spy like job working as an intelligence operative for the CIS working directly under President Marcos during the 60's and 70's. He's well known in Taguig to have "anting-antings" that why he never gets killed during "encounters" when he was still an agent. He got 72 children. NICE!
Her mom well, she's the real deal. The most pretty lass in Narvacan, Ilocos. She's educated and articulate, got two bachelor degrees in college. She was part of the clan in Ilocandia where they killed their kins for political power. NICE!
That's explains my insanity.
As for me.....
i like to get down and dirty.
I've been a professional writer for three years now, yes writing is economically viable!
i think i'm bipolar, im not sure, it sure feels like i am... hehehe.
im a smoker. i drink to get drunk. i am an adrenaline junkie. A hopeless romantic, who got separated after being enganged. A big tough guy. An observer and a reporter of life that is becoming.
I'm an asshole some of the times. i make people laugh... sometimes i wonder if i look like a clown. I'm a literary artist/rebel. I'm a writing sellout. I'm a explicit adult site writer. a weekend warrior...
.... and a bunny rabbit that mutated into a polar bear.
yun bakla inlababo!
nakakatuwa ka naman. hay nako, kasalanan mo kung baket ampalaya ang drama ko e 
asar! 
hahahaha… loka!
dude, this is from 100 girls, the outside the dorm scene. i am still cursing at myself for not thinking about this before. oh fuck oh fuck! i want to full on kiss your clitoris. eventhough your mom is a witch with a capital b.
right on man!
Pride and Prejudice isn’t just a “chick flick” you dork!
WAHAHAHAHA! eh bat galit ka hehehe…..