QCJ Literature

Friends,

QCJ literature are blogs when weblogs are not yet in. When internet was not yet invented. When I was incarcerated inside Quezon City Jail for a crime I did not commit.

Jail is were you find your real self. Not the Church, not school or not your community of individuals who uses the name of God in vain and shouts amen in the beginning of each sentence and at the end of every sentence. Fucking hypocrites. Show that brother Juan of yours a beautiful woman who can answer his desires and he will lick her clit! Sister Julia who goes to the Bible study everyday but curses the maid who forgot to serve her coffee! Banal na aso, santong kabayo ang puta!

Yes, stay in jail. Visit maximum security in Muntinlupa and you will find your match. The inmates are more disciplined than the policeman in Crame, than the prison guard in QCJ. Real people are in jail.

Yet society look at them as nuisance when they get out of jail. The nuisance inmates are the inmates your politico saves from Station9 of Quezon City or Station1 of Caloocan. The inmates who came out of the Big House, The White Castle are real people and are better people than you and me.

QCJ Literature is being published in the blog. I just want to share some thoughts, wrong grammar as they are, are products of sleeping with hard-core criminals in QCJ.

Roooooaaaaar!!!!!