Death of a Studio

A sekyu asked me, "mam para san yang picture na yan?"
Ahh. Akutuban ku ne. Bawal pin itang gagawan ku.
"ah sir wala, mangwa kumung litratu bantang padala ku la kareng kamag anak states, amimiss dane kanu ing Angeles."

Uita, tiluy ku ne ing pamaglaram bantang enaku rugu panabi keng tutuki, nung midalan ku pa keta.

This pic is just meant to keep something symbolic that I would like to think I was truly a part of. Anyway, its a simple picture.

Just a simple picture.
Not really meant to make people remember friendships.
Or totally awesome conversations.
Even good music.
I mean totally awesome, most of the time underrated, "this-is-the-shit" kind of awesome music.
Where the bosses let me play fuckin Franz Ferdinand burstin out the speakers.
Where
Them people who let me into the studio and listen while I sat on them amps.
Or even theoretical know hows to live a life.
Not really a picture to let you rememer past lovers.
Or brawls.
Fucking brawls.
That thang we smoked.
Heaps of liquor over cigs.
Even tears that were meant to be cried at the dark corridors because this place was full of men, mostly men.
We dont really try to pull up drawers of memory that taught us a thing or two about life with this picture.


It is just something that was there when we didnt have any place to go.