Wednesday, April 26, 2006

Burn...


(Red Light alert)
Fuego, fuego, fuego...me haces arder...me quemas...quiero beber de ti...mi oasis seras ...pienso y no dejo de pensar ...noches en ti...noches tuyas...cuando te veo ...no veo mas que tus ojos...en trance...me inyectare en ti...te hare respirarme...te proclamo vencida...cede...sabes que no puedes resistirme...porque no puedo resistirte...porque no puedo detenerme cuando estas ahi...yo te controlo...tu me controlas...me enredo en ti...

mis besos no son veneno...son antidotos...ven bebe de mi...dejame probar tu sudor...electricidad...sudas fuego...te consumo...consumo cada centimetro de lo que eres...siento tu arte cobrar vida en los sonidos que emites...se remezclan en mi conciencia...dejame entrar...quiero sentirlo...quiero ser parte del temblor...el sudor, la desesperacion....

una inquisicion moderna de dos cuerpos contorsionando como goma...bajo la luz de la luna...luna que fuma un habano...presenciando...algo hermoso...algo perverso...algo dulce...algo que vence "moral"...el sol, puro y cerrado, se ofende...se encierra...pero no puede negar la curiosidad...y por ende no ves que hasta un eclipse causamos? ...un eclipse de todo...luego la sombra contorsiona...

Y la sombra nos expresa ...tu y yo...en un mismo marco...obra celestial...pintura con movimientos...logrando que el sol le hiciera amor a la luna..."luna me sientes?, "luna me deseas?"..."luna dejame saborear la saliva...tu velo de estrellas"..."dejame volverte parte de mi"

Acabaremos con el universo tu y yo? , sabes que yo no puedo parar...mundos caen...solo puedo ver la expresion en tu rostro...como te sonrojas...como ardes al rojo vivo...como el cielo se despedaza cada vez que muero en ti...nunca en realidad muero...quieres mas?, te dare mas...

Dias pasan...y todavia...no puedo evitar desearlo...cada vez que mueres en mi..quiero revivirte una vez mas...resucitarte para matarte tantas veces, me encanta como mueres con mi nombre en tus labios...solo eres humana...como puedes aguantar? ...solo soy humano...y esta flama nos mantiene vivos...claramente vivos...no puedo escapar de ti...no deseo salir de este mundo liquido...liquida cancion...liquidos estos cuerpos...solida, la sensacion...gas que asciende, el vapor del impacto

Fuego, fuego...el tiempo pasa, y solo han sido algunas horas...pero eternidades han muerto...el tiempo pasa tan rapido contigo...tan rapido...nuestra sangre es combustible...cuidado si nos incineramos...pero a quien le digo esto? ...a quien le dices eso? ...nuestros cuerpos son energia...ya no son carne...aqui somos un flujo de energia...una lagrima orgasmica...se evapora y crea la neblina....trascendiendo dimensiones...bienvenida a ti...siento que te conozco...busco un flujo que me lleve hasta desencadenarme....desencadename....ven...voy a estallar....me hare trizas...guardame cerca de ti...ya es hora...ya es tiempo....de despertar.....

"Ah..ehhh....carajo a ir a trabajar ahora"

Tuesday, April 25, 2006

Fried day ep. 4

(Blue light ...funny)
Who's the man? ...i'm the man said anthrax in their song "i'm the man" off their "i'm the man" ep, but what anthrax doesn't know is that i'm the man too (and a very disturbed man at that)...we play stupid games, we love playing stupid games, cuz' supid games later teach us to be smart...maybe we're smart from the get go...no we ain't smart cuz we're too tangled up in details to use smartness (WHAT?...OMFG), that's right kids...we're dumbasses, do weightlighting, play football, baseball, what's with all the balls-ball ...yes, that last one is a game....you play with every ball football, baseball, basketball, soccerball, ping pong ball, retard-o-ball(LOL, this one's a very special kind of ball...its made of steel and you ummm bounce it off your forehead...i have fun watching this guy try sometimes) , and what you do is you throw them up against the ceiling and bounce em around the place...whoever gets hit with any of the balls loses ...and if you get hit with the retard-o-ball that's even worse that's a penalty right there (Lord, i never want to see that again....not the penalty....), well penalty's a bit ....DISTURBING...so i won't say shit....but i'll say goat nads' ...GOAT NADS!... (i will explain that "whats with all the balls ball" is played in a small room... all of the balls are set unto things that fire them like rocket launchers and they bounce all over the place...i'm still not going to describe what the penalty is...because it's just.....too horrible), SHUT UP, shut the hell up you toothpaste snorter! (who are you callin' a toothpaste snorter you girlfriend's best friend cousin's sister fuck-er), hey That was stylish Needlebark.....(DON'T USE MY REAL NAME , jesus!, No NAMES...never any names), O.k. dude geez, take a breather there pal...anyway...pUMPERnickel!....that word is so dumb...hahahaha...bahahaahaa...aajaajaaajajaaja uaaaaaajaajajajjaa (...oh no...not again) "laugh attack...probably an hour's length" ...PUMPERNICKELZZZZ waba waba waba....ajajajjaj....(this is why kids....retard-o-ball is not good for you...it dims your sense of humor down to ....this), doinky durb durb....naaaaaaa......pumpernickelzzzz....go get layed...drink a lot....and have fun

See you next time!

TRANCE OFF

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Monday, April 24, 2006

autopsia del temor


(Black light for disturbing)
A veces nos falta calcular que tanto nos asusta lo que vemos claramente Vs. lo que no podemos ver...Que asusta mas? ....lo desconocido o lo perfectamente conocido...?, lo explicito es normal...crudo, grotesco, accesible...el lugar adonde los ojos encuentran datos para saciar una pregunta subconciente...perfecto, he ahi la respuesta...pero...te asusta? ...te da ese sentimiento de incertidumbre?...la respuesta es no...prefiero estar en el aire...desconocer la causa...mucho mejor...mejor asi...ahi es donde los ojos dejan de descansar y empiezan a mirar con profundidad hacia lo intangible....mientras menos pueden ver...mas luchan por ver...mientras mayor es la incognita, mas jode el cerebro por comprender ...que es aquella cosa de la cual vi solo un destello, una sombra....algo que no tiene rostro...que mi imaginacion le adiciona imagenes....me hace utilizar....la imaginacion...la creatividad. Pero, querre ver eso? ...tambien queda esta otra pregunta...la curiosidad vence el miedo?...los comentarios y el terror de los demas...que si presenciaron el rostro...un rostro de algo que nunca en sus vidas imaginaron ver...el rostro que en ese preciso momento...no los afecto, pero con el tiempo se dieron cuenta de lo que presenciaron....y eso los hace hablar de ello con un temor inigualable...ahh...satisfactorio...mucho mas...mejor quedarse ciego...hablando de terror por supuesto...porque tanto Ketchup derramado!, tripas de goma...aprendan a asustarme ...canallas!

Sunday, April 23, 2006

Dancing in gunfire

(Translucid ..just commenting)
El mardi gras de miller....vaya, no le veo futuro a mi tradicion anual....si cada maldito año algun pendejo saca un arma de fuego y daña el evento...que pendejo...recuerdo el 2004..en la HOSTOS , habian hasta tigres en zancos ...ese primer año...todo salio bien. El segundo estuvo bien....pero fue un poquiiiiiiiito caotico...(se llevaron gente en camillas)...y claro un buen @#$%& saco un arma tambien....pero este año el "mardesgracia" parecia Vietnam en los 60 ...tan jevi que comenzo la vaina...nothing is ever "free"...there's always a catch

Friday, April 21, 2006

Ares and Buddha





(Black Vs. Silver...dual)

Face to face...you and me...c'mon...show me what you got...weakling....little worm...
can't even touch me...is that what you call "defending yourself"? , sad...got no style...just throwing punches...got no swing have to get a gun...otherwise a defenseless...easy to crush, pushover, pussy, come on fight like a man little bitch

no you dont no you dont, calm down now...what the hell is wrong with you?, dont you know violence solves nothing? , oh i forgot who you were ...please excuse me ...its you job that makes you that way...please forgive my indiscretion

forgive? , forgiveness is a bitchslap ...and you're beyond that pal...i got this baseball bat with your face imprinted already...you aint stopping me...you got in my way...you bet your ass you gotta pay...and its not the job, its just that you piss me off...fucking hippie...stupid lamb c'mon

You need to think things through...i've always said a man who thinks before he acts suceeds in life...in fact...thought prevents us from faulted actions, and leads to a lifetime of inner fulfill...

shut up, just shut the fuck up...you re making me sick, (but), i don't ask advice from victims, come here and let me throw you back where you were standing but head first (this is unnecesary...) what do you know about necesary? , have you ever indulged yourself...at least once? , just give me that...one time (self indulgence leads to corruption of the soul), no man, fuck..don't you get it?

No i'm afraid i don't comprehend sir, your ways of thinking seem to me archaic, i've become pretty prolific in this day and age, i'm on t.v. , i'm on t-shirts, namaste namaste, has a nice ring to it doesn't it? , and where are you my kind sir? , but in old dusty textbooks, greek mythology...you've been forgotten...you're a liability, casualty for the modern way of thinking...

are you like totally doped out or what? , what the hell are you talking about?, take a look around...look at them...im in their hearts...i'm in their eyes...in their animal instincts that's where i reside...my popularity's gone up with nuclear warfare, bioweaponry, terrorists...i've been here since the dawn of time ...ever since the first of them picked up a club and decided to steal a piece of meat from some hapless loser...who's the man now ?

Well i stand for peace, in the meantime, meanwhile ...people run away from your negative triggers, they deny you...they hate you...dont you know? ...

do they hate me enough to fight me?
do they hate me enough to face me?
do they hate themselves as well ?
for coming to me for aid?
whenever wherever
i am i am i am them
who are you now?

i am, what they should be
(no you're not)
we are? are we?
final product you and me ...but we'll stand off anyways
because there is no conclusion for this one

Carlos version 2.4

(blurry..."excessive solar noise")
Ira, impulso, contentura, impulso, sexo, impulso, yo, impulso, tristeza, impulso, impulso,impulso,impulso,impulsivo,impulsividad, "controla tus impulsos", "no seas tan impulsivo", extrañez, impulso, estoy escribiendo un impulso, soy un impulso....error, impulso, triunfo, impulso, falta de impulso, nunca hay suficiente, siempre hay de mas, impulso...me gusta como suena, impulso, me define al pie de la letra, impulso...es perfecto...compralo, sientelo, impulso....codificado 112.8% ...impulso...optimista Vs. Pesimista...gana el impulso...el momento...error...codigo 88.9....tantos codigos...adivinen a que conlleva? ...aha...eso mismo...I.M.P.U.L.S.O.

Supernova bajo la lluvia

(Red light...no questions asked)
Como una sonrisa arrancada con la lluvia, estoy feliz...se me olvido...de donde vine? ...adonde estaba todo este rato? ...se jalo de un gatillo cosas salen disparatadas...y se esparcen con la neblina ...quisiera no sentirme asi....pero a veces es inevitable...lo necesito como podras ver...dime...me puedes ver? ...lo notas, lo sientes...crees que de verdad lo sientes? ...porque no te acercas y dejame hacerte sentirlo...confia en mi cuando lo digo ....dejame tocarte...tienes miedo? ...miedo de sentirme resumido en una accion...tengo esa habilidad ...la de meterme completo dentro de una accion y luego hacerla estallar...pedazos...pedazos de mi...por fin entiendo...entiendes? ...no....esta bien...te entiendo...perdon...es hora de cerrar...quiero pero no quiero...inexplicable, inigualable...es hora...encierrame...entre tus piernas quiero volver a encontrar el sol...cuando cierro los ojos...me dejo llevar dentro de ti quiero estar dentro de ti...mas y mas...puedes ver las gotas de sudor??...puedes saborearlas ya? ...quieres mas? ...te dare mas....y mas y mas y mas y mas...no puedo no puedo no puedo parar....

Universal Anthem Of Strength

(so bright...)
The mist
Enter the night that flirts with forever
it never seems to end, I'm sweating cold and dead tired,
i've been walking through the mist for ages, "let me go", scream my limbs, where i'm leading only God knows

At some point the fog fades
eyes starved for light of day
it reveals dried up wasteland
all around enemy state
I'm surrounded, dumbfounded
Thunder roars, hell's mouth opens
clenching fist, come and get me

The wasteland

"Welcome to my world" a voice echoes from the hills beyond, as they begin their attack with damn near sadistic intensity and somehow, in some way i react automated to self defense my insticts explode blasting them out of the way kick, punch, scrape, snap, i'm gonna tear you all apart

Chorus: Fight!, Fight it!, it yells to me from somewhere deep within Fight!, fight me!, it's the last train ride out of this hell hole, the way of survival No fear, don't hesitate, i fear only me

it's been hours, how long can i outlast this eerie looking army, superficial gargantuan, never judge a book by it's cover, i may look puny in front of you, but i'll wipe the floor with your ugly face, for a minute there i felt overconfident, don't let your guard...

The smiling stab

What a cruel mistress she is
laughing as the steel sinks in
it's poisoned, a slow sensual torture
I know now the way down
comes out of this abusive pride
my strength out the window
am i defeated now?

Fuck no, bring on the headgames i want it more, don't bore me now enemies now seem friendly, wasteland's become a beautiful valley, is this your definition of civilized mayhem?, adrenaline shoots up into the sky then lighting up my bloodshot eyes, you sure put up a good fight but i'm not satisfied still i admire my rivals with all all the hatred i can muster

trust me, believe me, they'll stab you so deeply reap my rewards from the jaw of hypocrisy i need to become it to beat it i need to be it to understand

end of the line

the last of them, the monster, the real one part me part them part all things at once i feel pity for all this negativity but it's been me all along i must admit , in conclusion i threw myself in here for a reason, i can't stop now, not even me

so now, you see, now you're free, don't ever make the mistake of becoming me i was cheering you on as i was beating you down, now go, close this door, don't look back, i'll see you along the way, goodbye

By Carlos Morales TMK material all rights reserved

Thursday, April 20, 2006

Breve introduccion

(Translucid...commentary)
















Damas y caballeros....bienvenidos a la muerte subita de sus capacidades neuronales mwaahahaahahahahahaahahaahahahahahahaha...."temor"...ajajaaajajajajajajajajaja
ahora mismo no creo poder escribir ni un mandado pero demosle un intento...
la campaña electoral de nuestros sindicos, diputados, secretarios del dep. de frituras grasientas y jediondas, papaupa de la esquina, vacano preferencial del barrio .....etc etc etc...ha iniciado...señores...cual es el coro con los apodos? ...si...es cierto que es mas facil acordarse de "pilo" que de Elvin Fulgencio o de "Yayo" que Eduardo Sanz Lovaton, pero de por Dios ...al menos un apodo respetable...como "el gordo", "el tigre de los lentes", "el sucio", "el saltacocotes"...pero no manuel johnson alias "Pirulo" .

Otra cosa que notar es las celebridades que se han entrado en el relajito (como siempre), tenemos a Domingo Batista, Roberto Salcedo (el clasico)...comprensible...pero damas y caballeros.....Jaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack
Veneno (llamen la ambulancia, hombres por los aires, el potente motor, llevatela fausto, forty malt, induveca, doña tatica) Sindico 2006??????????????? ....wow....me imagine que sus subditos no le dirigen la palabra...porque les sale su manigueta o su llave ...talvez pueden poner al relampago Hdez. o a la mano derecha del diablo como diputados tambien, ya ustedes saben ..."ustedes" que tiran basura por doquier....les toca su codazo volador por tar de sucios....porque no me nombran a mi? ....nombrenme a mi! ....Carlos Morales Ascuasiati (Bebo) sindico 2006-? ...."porque si el viejo Jack puede, porque yo no?"