"We drink to forget we�re thirsty, write to forget we can�t speak, and carry madness like a lucky coin in our pocket. They�ll call you broken, but what�s whole ever felt half as real?" - Charles B. & Spike M.
DON'T TRY, I TOLD YOU I WAS ILL
W. J. Manares
Gritty lines from the gutter meet daft rhymes in tutus. These poems pour beer on broken hearts, tell jokes to empty rooms, and mix bare-knuckle truth with madcap soul. Life�s a mess, so we might as well laugh while we bleed.
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W. J. Manares is a one-of-a-kind writer from Aklan, Philippines, authored more than 69 books and counting, a lesser-known worldbuilder and storyteller, and labelled as "the sardonic yet whimsical author of the Philippines" since 1999.