Boveda universal de la carencia de Logica Inc.

Buh...beee....where am i??

2009-09-05T19:11:00.000-07:00

Ok ....that felt scary...
what the hell??

Rafaga en clave de RE

2009-09-05T19:05:00.000-07:00

One thing to consider, my dear twilight knight...
is that we have a similar purpose...
we both protect the same crown...
we both protect the same crown...
we both protect the same crown...
our methods may differ
but the techniques have the same

Purpose.

We both protect the same crown...

Wait a minute....

2009-09-04T23:04:00.000-07:00

WHAT the HELL was that all about???

Crescendo

2009-09-04T22:49:00.000-07:00

Thou art the moon's sharpest blade...
thou art the toungue that vanquishes her ills.
Does thou not see the revelations?
thine blade shimmers with my light
as does her veil...
in thy crusade against i
has thou not noticed you are fighting
on both sides?
Ye hath become a knight of twilight
One from Artemis, One from Apollo
Ye protect both, seek a balance between.
So inner skies may shimmer peaceful
thy souls may find truth.
Negotiations with the core
Meridians drink the ocean
Sheath thy steel for now...
It is a time for contemplation.

Zurp

2009-09-03T21:10:00.000-07:00

I recommend not having a job that requires a lot of stitting down.
it makes you yearn for long lush valleys where the feet may freely roam...
it makes you wish you were somewhere else at the time.
It reminds you that sometimes all work and no play makes an artist into a victim of his own art.

It's nice to dettach and go out every once in a while. Breathe some fresh air...
My ass hurts and i feel like jumping around...
I HATE HAVING TO SPEND SO MUCH TIME IN FRONT OF THIS DAMN SCREEN.

Although...i do get a lot of good stuff written...draw a little...write lyrics...
But i'm starting to see flaws in my metric...

Revelation 2:22

2009-09-02T23:15:00.001-07:00

I just noticed something...
Why...am i....writing....so ....much?????

Boom! Ladies and Gentlemen!

2009-09-01T13:24:00.000-07:00

Notice all these things i've written?
would you believe me if i told you
i've written them for no one?
Maybe i. Just me. For Myself.
That's right... everything from the start.
I've been writing for... me, me, me.
That girl doesn't exist...she's just a fantasy.
This vault is a dreamscape into another dimension
where she exists...she whom is me, but perfectly contrary.
Is this starting to make sense to you?
Because it did for me a while back.
Have you understood why it is so difficult for me to react to this?
Seeing as if she knows my weakness and hits me with it.
Do you understand no one has been able to fill the shoes
of the mystical maiden with so many names...?
Oh ...now i know she's real...

Of friendship. (En tributo a George Mcfly)

2009-09-01T11:10:00.000-07:00

As much as she knows you
I know you just as well
Just as much, but only contrary
You're my brother, the one that's been my friend throughout
this entire decade, the one that people mistake for me.
The one that's leaving for Florida come next month
to seek his fate far from this little island of redundance.
You're a reflection of our fighting and debating and even
being split over a girl, over 2 girls... making up because
in the end we are brothers...and i have to say goodbye.
So all of sudden you come in and your argument sounds just about the same
only creepier, only darker, only female. You're one of the Moon's knights
when the sun's knights decide to sit this one out because they're too busy
remaking their lives. I can be you for a second, just enough to understand
i know you already, the doodler, you helped me craft a lot of things when all i had were words
colors, paint and a lot of social spreading. The vase with the funny hat, the vase with the glasses on. Oh these two worlds....

Here's a tribute to the original Radioheader: "Orange juice, Orange Juice, Orange Juice" = "The rain drops, The rain Drops", The original Bjorker, The original Mr.-made-me-listen-to-music-i-didn't-like-because-it-wasn't-metal-enough monger, has his picture taken with anybody, knows everybody, gets by on his happy sense of self and others, mr. can only be his true self when he's with us, only with us, fashionable as no one, my friends: George McFly and Charly Brown.

Ironically friendlier than i
Moon, do you notice how funny this is?

wELL, I'm out of the closet! I'm officially a MS paint artiste...i know that's not a very big deal now...but hey!

2009-08-30T20:57:00.000-07:00

Voz

2009-08-27T20:41:00.000-07:00

Trust me, i've been fine.
I've had fun, and i've learned a lot
expanded my mind. Evolved. Sought inner peace.
Found it. You could say i remembered who i was
and i've become who i am supposed to be.
I found me.

It doesn't necesarily mean i've been happy this whole time, because i admit it, i felt cold
and i've dissapointed (and damaged) more than a few people that tried to play "savior" with me.

I know me now. I know my place. What i'm supposed to do. Where i'm headed.
Although it may all seem displaced at this point because i am barely at the point of
discovery.

I'm sorry if i'm way too honest for my own good...but that's one thing i've always been.
Fucking honest. Even when it hurts.

Sometimes i forget how nice i can be, how sugary coated and sweet. Charlie reminds me when i'm being too much of a bastard that i am deep down....not much of a bastard after all...because despite the darkness i've had to cut through... as you can imagine someone with a High Priestess ...which one was it?? the one that awakens what is dead within people?? Judgement? lol... i can't remember...

I'm a just a man...a flesh robot.

But ....if i'm an ordinary flesh and blood robot like all of them...then it is my duty to reach superhumanity, constantly evolving. Knowing deep down that my path lay right in front of me and my faith is un-killable. I don't claim to be perfect...i never was....i just know what i felt, that's what i went along with...til the end.

I'm not a monster...and it's not what i want to be...i am an animal just like all of you...
a creature of fire and ice. Mist and dust. I'm not death although i take the death card often, switching between one wave and the next...hoping that the next one lead me to where i want to go....luckily i've learned a thing or two about grabbing a tidal wave by it's liquid throat and directing it wherever i want.

I am change seeking settlement i suppose
That's what's destiny is.

Hopefully it leads to being filthy rich and capable of doing just about anything. I do believe i can.
Do you?

Diga "Yia nigga!" a la pirateria

2009-08-25T17:04:00.000-07:00

Well...yeah...
Chevelle and King Crimson
will never play together because
of...

This is a tree

.King
.Tool
.Chevelle

I like Chevelle...but it's diluted a little.
My compadre James which is a puritan DESPISES Chevelle.
I don't particularly agree with him, since Chevelle has helped me pass the time
and it seems like they FINALLY found their own voice....even if just SLIGHTLY, because the guitars are pure "Opiate" era Tool.

This is evidence that you must evolve!
just look at Tool!
These are dudes that WILL NEVER get stuck on ground zero.
Much like Chevelle has done for several years.

Don't you folks just love stagnation?
that's one sick, perverted, fucked up little word. Isn't it?
It was like instead of saying "Hi Bobby", people in Sodom would say "Stagnations, Bobby! How are you today?"
I made an oath once in my life that i would NEVER
stagnate again, because this is a perspective shutdown.
When i say SHUTDOWN i mean SHUTDOWN. It practically
Kokina Clutches your perspective until it passes out and needs
a bucket of cold beer...i mean water.

Errrr...anyway...where was i again?
I don't know...i forgot...
I still have all my original CDs!
Booklets and everything!

You know what i absolutely hated??
POWER METAL...
In the 90's everybody sounded like Stratovarius, Rhapsody, blah blah and Helloween.
HOLY FUCK Europe was ROTTING in Power metal.

At times like those that's when Judas Priest and Maiden quietly snickered...
I actually dug the Judas Priest album "Jugulator" with that Ripper Owens dude, but that's cuz
Downing and Tipton and the guys went OUT OF THEIR WAY to not sound like power metal in the least. That's what i love about these guys.

Now Maiden...well Maiden stayed true, can't argue with that.
Where did Maiden come from?
The Chicken or the Egg?
I remember my very first band we had about 4 Maiden covers, 2 Metallica covers, 1 Black Sabbath (Which song do you think it was? LOL) ...and ONE freaking original song.
I used to suuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck so much it wasn't really funny.
Luckily that's all changed...
It's a big mystery to many how i've gotten this far...
i wouldn't say i'm AWESOME or anything like that (But deep inside i do believe it so it may be true).

In the end i'd just like to say...
How do you get from King Crimson to Chevelle again????

The bittersweetness A.K.A. Rebelling against the invisible

2009-08-21T16:26:00.000-07:00

Intro
*Keyboards mimicking church organs*
*gasp*
Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa *couch cough* aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh
*Slow down part followed followed by 4 hand-silenced Cymbal crashes*
*Breakdown hardcore polyrhythmic, Nothing-era Meshuggah styled drumming with chugging guitars*
*The church organ keyboard parts seem out of place at this point so the keyboardist stagedives*
*Sudden 4 second Silence*

Areeeee you reaaaaaaaaady?
(This is the most fucked up song i could envision...it wouldn't be impossible to play though)

You see i hate one thing...people assume. People misconceive.
People...do you know what assumption does to you?
(I'm venturing into Burgeoisie territory with this)
It makes an ass out of u and me. (Get it? Get it?)
Yes, i know that was cheap..."A pack of bubblegum" cheap.

What am i referring to. Well mostly...
when people see faith in others...
just faith by itself...
they assume it has something to do with
A)Catholicism
B)Christianity
C)Other religions
D)Power metal
E)Christian power metal

Personally, i do not like to discuss the causes of my own faith and intensity and all that.
I do not like to speak of religion because it is offensive to some folks...and not everybody
is an asshole for being a "Jesusfreak". Personally i think Atheists are taking this atheism thing religiously... instead of sounding like just plain old disagreement with any sort of spiritual connections, it sounds like plain old misanthropy. And trust me, it has SHIT to do with the music you listen to, it doesn't have anything to do with people you call your friends, it doesn't have anything to do with your own gnostic view of the world....not everybody agrees with YOU (deal with it).

What i don't like is seeing people that set up a configuration that adapts their disbelief with their personal hatred or misanthropy. These are the kind of people that are really smart, and even nice underneath the armored spike vest. However...they are viciously hateful of stuff...

Dude...this is like...even the musicians that play the sort of shit that describes your point of view, even those guys, those "heroes" of yours...even THEY have contradicted themselves because of certain exceptions that they encounter...that completely fucking blows away a closed up point of view they had associated with their own spiteful, hateful, miserable, deppressive wisdom...

It makes great music. But it's like heroin, sure, the first few times it gives you a lot to write and sing about, til it fucking KILLS you to death!

Note: Being killed to death is not pleasant. And you should not try it at home, work or any other location.

Spawn, which is one of the stupidest storylines in comic book history, mainly it's impact was due to it's satanic nature of design...his power would eat up his soul each and everytime he used it, eventually it would consume him and he would end up being a pubic hair in Beelzebub's Mosquito crotch.

Anyway, back to the damned icons contradicting themselves...this isn't about like, them saying..."I was wrong, it was really gaytarded on my part to say Jesus sucks Hitler's cock in a gay night club in hell's version of the Himalayas.". Cuz' no, sometimes saying things like that gets them HEARD by people who eventually read past the SHOCK value messages and bump into their other "important" messages (Which is like Brian Posehn said, mostly ripped off Ayn Rand or that Nietzche guy), unless you're Maynard James Keenan (Who is Aries, and rules).

This is because the universe is full of combinations of things...that eventually crawl up inside your cranium and they don't necesarily decode that which is already hard-wired into your system...they simply affect the bits and pieces that are making your words and thoughts and images come out like the breath of a freshly rotten Orc.

Hate is immature...anger however...as i stated before...is fucking GREAT. It's a constructive emotion.

There's a factor i've noticed within some of my heroes... which is something i share in relation to them, when you are a "damned" icon it tends to weigh on your shoulders, you see, you're representing a grand scale of reality which is ugly, to say the least...except that it is easy to lose yourself in what you are preaching. You may just become a monster, even to yourself, a monster that eats up all that's right in the world so you can keep your little enemy placebos awake...which eventually eat you up by the insides...and fuck your life up. I've seen this in many, many, many, many people, i, myself am a victim of preaching a horrible negativity...which has freed me somewhat of the darkness in my soul...but it comes back after a while...because what you are sending is a reflection of the insides of that chamber of torture known as your soul.

In simpler words you can spend a lifetime preaching about how much the world sucks...but you can't become one of the reasons why it does. You have to be a nice guy, underneath the "World's Favorite Anti-Hero-Asshole" that they have to play onstage.

Once you admit to yourself...you HAVE to change...and you have to let go of your own views a little and even fucking adapt them to something a little more feasible. That's whan you can actually talk wisely, about whatever bugs you. You better be doing it to help, not to fuck up and do damage, because you feel like doing damage...that's maggot shit, and the thing is...it's a lot like the darkside of the force and all that shit...we may dig evil and it's little nuisiances, cuz evil is cool...

But true evil has a lot to do with the emotional...and the traumas....and the sticky black material that makes us see everything in shades of black. Black is beautiful...but only to those that see the light within it, you can see the black in the light...because the light tends to be "hypocritical"...

This means to become Darth Maul. you can say..."lol...that Yoda guy sucks Count Doku cock...and that's why the dark side pwns jedi n00Bs, i think i saw Yoda doing cocaine yesterday..he's such a fucking hypocrite...he told me i was an asshole for drinking Starcruiser fluid, but yet HE'S the main green backwards talking midget master of the GOOD side of the force, you see? this JUSTIFIES that i MUST be an asshole...forever and ever, even if i have to kill little children with my face spikes..."

Yet, some light is pure...because it has learned to cope with it's own fetid side, turning it into something really sweet, in it's own bitter taste.... I love women whom i can call "Bittersweetie" ...because they're truly something unique in this golfball.

I don't claim to be one of a kind...or to have found some sort of thing only i know...i have met people that think like me...more often than not, these folks are depressed as hell...why?
because they're stuck, trust me, it's EASY to get stuck once you digest all the stuff.

Do you know why i love simple, brainless shit? It's because it dettaches me a little from what i've had to deal with over a lifetime of struggling, (although there are people in this world who have gone through WORSE), so maybe my plate of beans isn't as dark, dank or murky...but that's something i actually appreciate...since to get smart and to get wise...you don't have to despise things, you don't have a hippie about it either...since aggression is inevitable...

Ah...but smart aggression. Aggression with an actual purpose?
that's a pink elephant! that's a nazi jew.
You know what? it's not. It's the way things should be.
Yet they aren't because sometimes we look so much to the outside...(looking for targets...and even some targets that are enjoyable to fight with...*ahem*) not to notice the inside factors that make irreparably blind with the H word.

Do you know what strength REALLY is?
It's being able to look at all your own little faults...
laughing at them...first of all. And then DOING SOMETHING ABOUT IT.
You don't have to follow a system, no matter how liberating it may be to you (or at least seem like it) but that's just internal xenophobia, and you can treat it. You can beat it into submission.
I'm not preaching at you, i'm just givin' you a point of view, like slipping a tab of ecstasy down your throat and kicking up surround sound dj's around....

Have you ever found somebody you love to hate? it happens...usually this is a double edged knife...and sometimes it's something you'd never seen or tasted before...
it's something you can't possibly hate, but you end up arguing with it, incontrollably, addictively, insanely.... you keep hanging on to vines even when you've reached the side of the jungle which are buildings, and concrete...you manage somehow to find invisible vines...

This is fucking insane....it's fun....but you must never let it degenerate into deviancy, depravity...
What i mean by these words are intangible concepts...which are identified by my soul's radar, (usually it slips by regular people)l...emotional deviancy is something that's a part of the concept of evil i was refering to...like turning something really awesome into monkey shit. That's baaaad.

One more thing...you can be as funny or as overblown as you like...and still sound smart...

It's very similar to saying...Jesus is a nazi! and then saying something really deep about how democracy is just fascism with girl-deodorant on. It's just something that gives it a little bit of style.

I'm gonna get drunk now...it's friday night...what am i doing in front of this computer? FUCK

*Outro full of double pedaling, drum and tom fills, and of course, the guitars being held face first into the amps as to create as much feedback as humanly posible*

*silence*

*ONE LAST CYMBAL AND GUITAR BLAST BAAAAAAAOOOOOOWWW*

Thank you very fucking much, we love you motherfuckers!!!!

Deesclosure:

The points of views herein expressed by the Often sociopathic Morales are mere lapses of endorphinized overflows into his body. Much like his singing ability, writing ability and others. Are heavily influenced by a lot of soul searching mixed with heavy production of endorphins. They should not be taken as serious medical advice, Morales Inc. does not accept legal responsability for people attempting to follow the advice of a freak whom mostly reads and writes a lot and mixes it all with heavy cursing, rock & metal & electronic music, happy-bitter philosophies and/or the scent of Feld tip markers (black). Being killed to death is however compensated by courts of law outside these 8 bit dimensions, usually by means of a free toy and Chicken nuggets.

Breakdancing Buddha

2009-08-21T13:04:00.000-07:00

I don't need to be convinced
You don't need to be convinced
We're just frustrated, but our frustrations are incredible
Our frustrations have potential. I believe in frustration
much like i believe in the power of hatred, specially after it dies...because that's when it matures...

The intense admiration, coronation of everything you speculated.
It's feverishly better than you expected.

Regurgitates frustration again.
Like a blind cycle.
Frustratingly fun and constructive.
Embrace anger, not hate.
Love the engineer not the arsonist.
Although the arsonist is even necesary in this particular equation.
He's eventually caught, jailed and put under observation...

And Prometheus extolled, unchained and untold...
decides to open up a sushi bar...
for no other reason than to be completely random
and shave off the intensity a little bit, so it's not too stiffling and it doesn't lose it's ability to build palaces from mud and ash.

Emotions are a beautiful thing.

A lof of fucking money...

2009-08-19T18:10:00.000-07:00

My mother was a witch....she was burned aliiiiive....
Nah just kidding...
Fuck Diamondhead....fuck em.

Anyway... this song is called....

*Imitating George"CG"Fisher* A looooot of fuckiiiiing moneeeeeeyyyyyy
*High hat marks 3 tsh tsh tsh*

Bllaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarghhhh

(Yes, i'm aware this would be impossible as a song...but i don't careeeee lalalala)

I was raised mostly by women...i'd like to say in some sort of amazon village...
although it did seem like that, i was trained from a very young age to be overloved, overcared for, overquestioning. Why dad was always away...why he was so selfish he couldn't just show up, one day...he dissapeared altogether, making the ocassionaly random appearance every 10,000 days.

So i was mostly raised by raging amazons, theater women, insane women, hysterical women, i was knee deep in the raging storm of emotions of a estrogen tornado. Ever constant, ever haywire...
I was abandonded by a sad little man, and embraced by females...taught to love and to fight at the same time...

So yeah, make fun, i feel like a girl feels, though i'm sincerely dirty at heart...i know a toss up. But everything in my life is a mixture... One voice talks about big bussiness and stability and making $$$$ ...and the other one speaks of her years in art and how crazy and fulfilling it has been...

One seems emotionally dettached whilst the other seems emotionally focused...one shows love through actions...and the other shows love through not doing much except a lot of complaining, a lot of fear for the future, constant prophecies of financial ruin and $$$ , and of course, remaining numb and oblivious...

You could say i've described an absent father and a loving yet at times, psychotic, mother.
Always keeping in mind all my aunts, my mom's dancer friends...and just a bunch of estrogen...always...voicing an opinion above my little head, always looking up...not understanding it all...but capturing most of it.

Taught that abandonment is abandonment...no matter how many times they show up with fake plastic smiles, i always see the big A of abandon hanging like a 200 ton crucifix from naked necks. This is a psychological flaw i've had to deal with, a trigger, a mechanism...

For me, personally, it's a big wall to climb over. Since it's hard wired right down to the vaults of my psyche.

It's also a complete mystery why i started writing in the first place...i started at age 12...but then again, i started playing movies in my head at 5...walking barefoot in the backyard for hours...making strange noises to describe exactly what was going on in my head....

My perfect version of a cartoon, a videogame, a book, an exceedingly well written story...
I started imagining things...without writing them down...just movies i played in my mind...
what i actually wrote about was ....shit, and it all rhymed at first...it came naturally, but it was shitty shitty shitty...

It eventually got better...and better...and better...

I still have no idea...why i started writing in the first place...it must be something innate. Something i developed in my quietness, i was withdrawn by nature, i didn't speak i just made a lot of expressions with my face, and hand gestures, no words ...All i know is...i captured all these odd frequencies... and they came out in the strangest manners.

I played the Epica storyline for years (something in my head) . Epica was something i made...a 3 part story... It eventually died off. It evolved and grew and i changed the plot a thousand times...though i always remembered it...until i made it so complex...it was impossible to remember... I think some of my oldest friends remember because i would gather them and tell them the story...and tell them we'd be famous if we all became videogame makers...programmers...and shit...like the guys from Squaresoft, Nobuo and the other japanese guy.

This would all be a mess...nixed out by the coming of age, sex, alcohol, the increasingly difficult challenges, working, living in hell whilst having an obviously advanced mentality...which i have to conceal... so that people don't think i'm ...weird...or anything like that.
However, with so much interference and static...
thus, would render such a heavy duty mind asunder...
specially with the coming of heartbreak...dissilussion, and sad shit, of that nature.

Luckily there's something odd within me, i recently started calling him "The king crab", i call him, otherwise known as Charlie, i pay him overtime to look within and keep stuff clean, everything in it's right place...
Painfully enough Charlie has swallowed up all the love i've been given over the past few years...making him completely drugged up at times... he has consumed the intense beauty i've been exposed to so that his insides resemble nothing short of Valhalla. Charlie is sort of the "me" i associated with writing...

An infinite dreamer...i really connect with him in ways through physical bliss....
not to render your minds (whomever is reading) into complete perversion
but not all of it is of a "sexual" nature...also exercising...and the ocassional meditation.
singing...

Charlie does all that for me, Charlie is sort of like a girl, in the sweetest sense of the word...he's not a fag, since he does LOVE the sight of femenine beauty, he's not really one of your standard metrosexual boys either...

he's just...Charlie...

Kind of young at heart...an addict of niceness...and beauty (all kinds, but mostly internal)
I kind of hate it at times, when he gets so excited, and i know there's not that much to be excited about...He's mainly my storywriter...

I was mistaken when i labeled Charlie de la vie as having been the DeathRam Flame of Hades known as Charles de La Morte...i was so wrong...

De la Morte exists within me too...the greatly vicious snake, lord maggot king.
Satan, if you will. It's just that i keep the bastard quiet long enough...

But Charlie, regardless of his good-guy persona, has a particularly healthy friendship with Charles...

I,personally, do not understand Charles... i fear him, rather.

It is my opinion that Charlie is a moron for even trying to speak or negotiate with the Maggot king... he has no idea what he's getting himself into...
i would describe it as a hero trying to play hero with the herokiller.

You could say that Charles is responsible for my intense love for the heavy shit...he's the voice of darkness ...that emerges from my heavily ravaged vocal chords...

Mainly,
he was by himself all these years.
Being the sole metal vocalist...inside the framework...
Very lonely, yet intensely desired...

His aura causes...from what i've noticed...intense, violent reactions...within women...
great admiration from dudes... (whom are metal musicians as well)

It would seem like Charles would devour charlie merely by smiling spitefully in his pasty little face...
Yet, life surprises me, yet again...when i notice truth in Charles eyes...as he speaks benevolently to the sugar coated King Crab...somehow, he manages to calm down the serpents neath' the maggot king's fine bussiness suit, he actually listens to the goody two shoes fool.

Eventually Charles is stricken with an unknown feeling, something like admiration...or even a hint of sympathy...rather odd, considering...he despised these things.

So as a reward...
Charles teaches Charlie to sing, which should be mostly growls and vicious hatred...

Charlie misreads the melody of a femur bone smashing smiling faces, posing as a deviantly deranged xylophone...
and in the perfectly bizarre study and oddly inhuman mathematical ecuation....
Charlie learns how to sing...

And he does it beautifully...nothing like the doomsday firehound expected....
It's rather insulting...but this pretty voice is all that Charlie understood...
a fair melody...of actual emotional honesty...

In the process...Mr. De La Morte finds a pen Charlie dropped as he was dancing around
the filth chamber... All of sudden, the notebook on his nightstand evolves from a mystery to
a not so stagnant possibility...

So as you can see....
artistically speaking...
i am a disaster...

Now i have 3 vocalists ...
And for god's sake...3 writers...
What the hell am i supposed to do with myself, my life?
More importantly...
Will i do it all by myself?
I'm gonna need a lot of fucking money....

Wham Bam Boom!

2009-08-18T16:21:00.000-07:00

I understand clearly
the lapse, the collapse and the relapse
butterflies and eyes
teasing the iron feather in the moonlight
of a thousand midnights during the cold war
stopping trade and severed communications
between kingdoms
Those late nights in the lab in the backroom
wondering in the quietness and accompanied solitude
a small invisible bridge of saphire hazy, invisible tears yet perfectly ennerved at the other end
of the hall...seems so small from the privacy of a darkened room...or the screeching voices of a saturday night, quietly drifting down the hall whilst being awake..."i wonder what you're up to?...you're thinking about me again, aren't you...i KNOW you are" ...it never stopped happening as the silhouettes around never bothered to question...and even if they did, we're quite excellent actors...out of bitterness and stress, something we couldn't handle...maybe it was inexperience...maybe we didn't exactly know how to do it...

Mistakes, mistakes, mistakes...art rages out from the only open mouth...a method of expression
to sort of explain our happiness and intending to dissect our dissilusion, our depression. A jungle of strings, imagery and fantasy ....all wonderful reality warpings of the harlequin. For Pinocchios in this case, are tools, merely brushes injecting life into an otherwise hollowed white facade...you may not always see things clearly, you may see a few things warped right out of context, you may not ever see the whole horizon...but it's all in your eyelids, always when you close them, paintings of images you've likely dreamed, yet never seen.

Like little children, ages 6 and 7
the 1920's dry law we've dried, like a dream-a-holic's desert up in smoke, cough and you will see me banging my head, and a microphone stand barely missing my forehead... breathalizer reads ..."well what can i say?" ...and the highway patrolmen shrug their shoulders and hop on mechanical horses, it's time to chase after Bigfoot, the paparazzi said he headed north...

They've taken our wheels...where are we supposed to go?

That's when we remember ...we're in the middle of nowhere...and you seem much shorter than you did 5 minutes ago...
and then we're playing in the woods, in the dark, with a boxful of matches, sometimes i feel i'm turning you into a pyromaniac.

God, if only i weren't one also...
You see,
The more i burn the more you burn
And,
we're proving a point, i think....

I don't wanna go past the line...however,
Those 20 some years that went by
maybe it's necesary for us to be children
make up for lost time, maybe i've known you forever
maybe i was just born elsewhere, maybe you were mine forever, maybe you were just born elsewhere. I'm sorry i left in the first place , you're sorry you did too.
I understand pretty well you had to, so i hope you understand why i did also.

Do you understand your own questions? Or do you already know what i'm going to say...
Something around or similar to you but completely the opposite...

I love the fact we're so young that we forget we've been through it all.
I love the fact we play around this like a merry go round...of green flaming trees with purply flames...it's not like acid, mostly like our minds work.

It has to stop somewhere, somehow...
As i crawl in the cannon, there's white paint on my face...and a big red talking nose...
I hear a BANG and i see a life full of mazes and transformations...i see people drinking away their lives in a colmado, and i see people leaving to find their destination elsewhere, and i see people trading themselves for someone new, that someone they met bought for them at a store, on discount, from a short and quite suspicious looking Chinese man, in his 60's, with a Fu Manchu- type moustache. I see change and i see stagnation. I see life and i see death. I wish others weren't so dependent on what i have to say...here and there, and everywhere.

Because at this moment i've become a bullet...it's what i choose...
Heading forward in slow motion...
I could be the bullet aimed at you bit hitting mere centimeters away
into a wall where i materialize and become i.
Right next to you, most likely, concused, most likely delirious and with an enormous bump on my forehead...

Would you hold me as i'm watching pretty colors flowing in front of my eyes...
Would you pretend you hit your head against the wall too?
So you could see the pretty butterflies dancing on pegasus wings?
I may be hallucinating from bloodloss...
but baby you're the clearest image of everything my eyes have never seen.
As you wipe the blood away you expose your silvery crystal wings, become somewhat of an angel, you might say...i know there's a devil in there...
i just hope she knows she's looking straight into Metatronic eyes

When the it's darkest
you always turn into the light...
When it's brighest you always drink up the daylight
so that your eyes become the sun
and you shimmer on everyone
that's why they love you and would glady jump in front of a speeding bullet to save you.
I and i understand them so clearly not even they understand why.

I'm glad to say, i've lost my damn mind.

Gift-licious

2009-08-16T12:21:00.001-07:00

A gift is just a gift sometimes, maybe life decides we fight so hard, it's time to give us something for our efforts, it's not necesarily something you need to have, it's simply something you want to have.

It's something that grows with you not out of you, it's something that makes life a little sweeter, a bit nicer, something that changes your life forever, and eventually question your sense of independence...what if said "gift" were gitfted with thought and reasoning, what if it had already thought the same thing over a thousand times?

What if said "Gifts" were independent as well?
Does that make them stop being gifts and turns them into freedom fighters, sorry, "Freedom Gifters"?
Does that strip them of their beautiful nature and clouds them into cold, cold reasoning?
Some things in life are just gifts, beautiful gifts, endless gifts, priceless treasures...
If we bite they may bite back, if we apreciate them as they appreciate us it makes all the sense in the world.

If the wrapping is nice, it doesn't mean the inside isn't thrice as much...
Some surprises in life come with even better ones neath' the wrapping.
Some folks are just excellent gift givers, some folks just make themselves a human gift.
They have no idea of it.

Thumper's questioning.

2009-08-06T18:21:00.000-07:00

There's a huge pile of anything where the horizon goes
Life's short...would you do the same for me if the tables were turned?
Would you dance to the music? would you stay for the tea party?
would you move the earth and sky to open up a pathway for my travelling feet?
would you limit me if i were to get ahead of myself? Would you join me where i would go?
or would you simply join me for the show? would you cease to be an actress on a t.v. screen?
would you defend me if they accused me? if they refused me? if they would point the blaming finger, knowing nothing outside these walls? would you contain me in your heart without fear?
would you simply walk by my side down a sunset bathed street in the heart of heaven, or through deepest hell?
would you bleed just to fill me? would you suffer if you couldn't have me? would you leave once you did, only to run back, after 5 steps? and if it had to end, would you still remain a friend? would you help me grow, despite anything? would you be there and smile? would you put emotional needs aside, to satisfy mine? would you simply stand in neutral as i'm screaming at the sky, wait a few seconds then run and just let me melt in your arms? would you come and protect me from the ravens pecking through the skin to get to the soul? would you lie just to keep me? would you die on a liquid screen, in a tragic scene , resurrect in the flesh, just to meet me all over again?

Would i?

i would, so, could you?

Draconic

2009-08-04T14:08:00.000-07:00

I ain't pretending...
I'm as much Dragon as The buddha of your mending.
Smiling at all the fireflies.
Kissing in my hands.
War can be so beautiful...
peacemongers would have you believe in them but unprecise hands de-tune.
Hence, fools know nothing about peace if they know not of war.
War can be so priceless, don't you think so too?

Nothing is not.

The Great Silent Feather.

2009-08-04T13:23:00.000-07:00

Waaaaaah...boooohoooo....
*tears* noooo.

You know exactly what i'll do to you
You know how every fiber of your being will recite me
words in the tone of moan, scream and intense breaths
You know my words, i've overused my energy
I've shut up now...My emotions are ablaze
Valleys are ash, Water bursts through the wall to drown the parched throat,
Tornados dancing with silver diamond lightning
Painful elegies will be hung with incandescent beauty
Label perversion and intensity with disease and soullessness
Baby, this account overfloweth with raging balances that numb the eyes of the rich man, for unlimited sources of ways to make a human body insane with obscene undeniability... dripping like oceans from a holocaust...making the ugly so fucking perfect, so beautiful, that the greatest artist remains catatonic...envious...the memory will fade of little plastic men, for in time you'll only scream my name, eyes locked, endless tides bathing me...
Sweetly accented, only dreamed about, hearing the voice in highs and lows, touch, lava fever hot...this deathbed is a fountain...this river is a speck compared to you, these trees are burning in you, this world i call you, is mine...and i will do with it as i please.

Like god creating, painting, feeling within you, outside you, around you
Trust me, you won't say no. You'll dry the ocean through your flesh.

This everflow i've learned to manage.
Now it won't kill me, it just feeds me with life...
the things i'd do to you....

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I've no words to describe. Exageration will not suffice.
But i'm not really, SUGGESTING anything.
It's all a dream....an echo behind the wall of noise.
A feather floating outside your window
bursting into flames as soon as in contact with your skin...

Love isn't weakness...repression is weakness

2008-12-17T09:01:00.000-08:00

We live in a world of repression of repressed, of closed up, of censored,silenced, snuffed....
Forced to be quiet....forced to keep one's mouth shut...and lead a happy meaningless, uneventful existance. Full of things that divert us from the path...things that make us feel alive....things we could keep forever and grow to the next level of our human limitation.

The eradication of all repression, repressed feeling, repressed memories, repressed lust, repressed anger.... but no, we work on the basis of our neurotic settings...contained, safe and untouched by love. We kill and hurt what we love, so we don't have to look at it in the eyes...in the eyes with honesty. We murder the opportunity so we can move on happily towards a tomorrow that will pretty much look just about the same as today. We kill what is precious so we can keep on thinking suffering and sacrifice do not exist. We'd rather be happy, something easy, something cheaper, something less fulfilling. It's not about needing someone, it's about getting what you want...you should know you never will. Not with those walls you won't, limited, and full of the word impossible. It's nice to dream but when it comes to finally escaping the fantasy and making it real. We fall behind. Unnurtured to protect our safe, happy, unfeeling little shells.

To feel forever repressed, in a world that's utterly and completely dead. Where no one cares about anything and mostly it's all biology, like machines working, seeking the next injection of oil.
When we find that thing that makes us human again. We're reminded that there's more machine than man. More of a limited point of view. Conformist. Depressed but stable. Dead but existing.

In this world of frail emotions, where people would rather choose an easier path. Only the strong are the ones alive, in seas of pure dead. Lifeless. Stiff. In a world where there's nothing left. Only the strong will prevail. Seeking their true fulfillment. For as one should know from birth. People die when love is denied.

Awaken...

2008-04-02T20:12:00.000-07:00

She sleeps somewhere far away...
in someone else`s arms...
i know she calls my name in her dreams
in her sleep...in the darkness...when no one`s around to see
she smiles as she silences the noise...and freezes time so she can hear me singing
i`m outside...but i`m inside as well...in a chamber they call heart...i lay
outrunning traps, defeating adversity...becoming who i`m meant to be
the time may never come...but if it never does...i`m not one to take defeat doing nothing...
i have moved seas, i have changed the unchangeable...now with my biggest challenge in front of me....(my own forsaken heart) ....what am i to do?? ....why do i even pretend i don`t know...?
i know all too well.........

Left fist, right cheek

2007-10-13T19:45:00.000-07:00

1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8...9!
the ref screams ...i hear it from far away...
i'm kissing the floor ...tasting my own blood
those punches...it's not like they hurt..it's more like they
steal....they steal my faith...no way motherfucker...
you won't beat me...there's just no way...
you take the form of many things
but you're the same thing to me
my excuse to fight...i love you for that
with all the anger i can muster
i knock you down without a sound
til you get back up again....
i'll make you eat fist
taste floor and blood
you're as dirty as me
you may be, those fucks that talk shit about me
behind my back. you may be some asshole prick boyfriend that i have to outshine,
you may be the water spot that i slip on...the stupid traffic cop making me late for work
the opposition, people that say no....you're not a curse you're a blessing
i told you from the begining...you're my best friend...you're honest...
or maybe you're just a masochist i dunno...maybe you like the way i beat the shit of you
you're the apathy, the bad years, the negative....i guess i could say you're me...
god i love me...i rule

....your beautiful stalking eyes,,,

2007-09-23T02:14:00.000-07:00

No matter what the price
its always worth it
no matter what we have to overcome
fate will glue us together
even if you're on the other side of the earth
even if i'm in depths of the sea
this thread which binds
can't be broken

The impure (feel free to read)

2007-09-11T16:32:00.000-07:00

I never doubted you
What's for you
and yours alone
will not pass you by
even if it denies it
even if it pretends
not to
the digits on my forehead
the digits on your back
inhale the magic in the background
listen to the words being spoken
and the subtle sounds behind them
look deep stare hard enough so you can see my soul
naked and raw, against the flames , my fingers are burnt
i've dabbled with flames before...played with explosives
your blood baby, it's gasoline. together we go boom
undescribable burst of colors, this is pure
purely coincidential
it's not fate
don't trust that bitch
she tricks us
fate may have brought us together
even though so far away
it's faith that will keep us together
love yourself twice as hard
I don't deserve your full force
not yet....333

The purity (Don't you dare read me...)

2007-09-03T20:19:00.000-07:00

Who i am is unimportant
what i'm here to say is...
forget the fact i'm naked
forget the fact you are also
become estranged from the outside of this little
circle...nothing out there matters...in here
we're perfect as we are..
why so quiet?, has the cat got you're tongue?
or do my eyes have yours? , i could be
gawking at your curves, your breasts, your ass
i could be licking the taste from your lips
i could tasting every bit of you
i could be inside you...making you yearn...teasing you slowly...
teasing you harshly...this tease is an artform...the way you display your beautiful naked
shape, essence...soul...it runs on your skin...bathed in moonlight

i could be kissing you right now, biting ever so softly into your neck,
whispering into your ears, fucking your imagination with the unforgiving
virility that permeates me, and whisper dirty...dirty yet elegant...
as my fingers play with your hair...getting a little brash...but in a shy
and improvised dance ...my fingers dance on your innocence..then tease
the confines of your dripping love...
making your oceans run deep and hot like the flames
of the sun...turning your worries into pleasure
turning your tensions into pleasure
making pleasure into a God
that watches in silence...from my eyes
into yours...baby...i'm feverishly devouring you
tasting every texture...savoring each drop...breathing in...
that womanly scent...that deliciously erotic...traumatizingly intense
you shiver ...random little jumps...legs locking behind my neck..."daddy, don't stop...eat me..suck my...make me wet...make me cum..."
My confidence radiates...i'm brighter than gold against sunlight...
our goosebumps are competing...i'm so hard....baby...i'm so hard...it's like i can't take it
you're getting closer...closer and closer....right at the doorstep to nirvana
and then....let's start over...
how do my fingers feel angel? ...as i throw into a frenzy...and make the sheets sweat
with your symphony...how crystaline...angelic...divine...that what some call a sin
i call divinely perfect...and i want to penetrate, i want to crawl into your liquid vaults..
and feel the tightening the freedom of constricted raw...pure nervous system guilt trip
every hair standing on end...lift you high into the air...play with your body...but never leave your body....make you dance to my rhythym...let me dance to yours...
i haven't sunk in ...i'm waiting for you...you tell me...and say it many times...say it, say it
because i love the way you whisper my name, i love the way you scream out my name
i love the way my name looks in your mouth...i love how hard you make me...it even hurts
you give me so much pleasure...oh yes...mouth of many words, words of much silence...the breath which envelops my manhood...tell me...say it in how many languages you wish....say how badly you want me...you want me inside you...say it...feel it when you say it...let me taste the effects of the tease...that look of satisfaction...on my eyes...as yours grow eager, you're getting wild...let's make that mad, desperate, love...let's give heaven something to talk about, let's turn off the flames of hell just for tonight...i'll just dig ever so slowly...God! , you feel good...mmm...how did i resist the first time? ...
you feel so wonderful...like a cross between heaven
and tasting oxygen after being 2 minutes under water
and it's so perfect that it makes believe in higher powers
the tension, the motion, uncoordinated coreography
fast and savage, slow, deep and hard
and nothing is forbidden...and we explore the void, and the world
of all existing things...this is deep...the trembling, contorting...deeply
into your womb...into the depths...into the night....nothing is left unexplored...
yes baby...drip...wetter...hotter...sweat...the look in your eyes, blissfully empty...
full of the moment...the tension and the war...i won't cum without you...
i will not leave you...i will not leave you until you have exploded...
i will do anything, human and superhuman
drip, baby, drip...the scent on your skin
drives my inner animal, the aura which surrounds us is crystal clear and red
dripping wet...hot...you taste so good...your sweat...the sound of you moaning
in tune with my breaths...the screeching of the bed as we move into center
left and right...experimenting, searching, posing, coiling...like art...sensual, erotick...lifting you in the air...cushioning the pelvis...friction....looking deep into it...nothing is forbidden...but first...
we transcend time and space...and as i make you cum...i want to cum with you...
i want to drain my entire essence into you...i wanna feel your steam burn my skin
i want to love you deeper than the foolish human meaning we give such a word...
this moment is perfect...you and i...in unison...moaning, breathing, screaming,
i love the sound of this song...and i'm only...just....imagining....it...and we've only just begun....

azul parpadeando a rojo

2007-08-12T21:47:00.000-07:00

Inspirado, vivo, totalmente, libre, de,toda, cadena, que, posiblemente, haa, tenido
en, algun,momento, estoy cansando de escribir con comas porque...me hacen detenerme
y no puedo detenerme, voy a pintar el cielo contigo, hasta que me escuches, hasta que no haya sitio en el planeta tierra donde te pueda esconder de mi...no sabes mi definicion...estoy en los diccionarios...me tome la libertad de alterarlos todos, cada ultimo diccionario en el mundo, para cuando veas el nombre Carlos, los numeros 333, entonces veras la definicion al lado: "Fuerza indetenible, imposible de controlar, de dominar, fe incansable, paciencia hasta la muerte, pero impaciencia en cuanto a sus pasiones", Eres mi pasion, me puedes culpar, si me enojo contigo por no asumir tu posicion, y sentirme en lleno...porque me intentas limitar, el grado en que tus sueños se extienden pero no llegan a expandirse mas de 2 centimetros. Cuando estas conmigo no tienes limites, no tienes punto donde detenerte...y asi es que me gustas...reconciliame...dejame ser quien naci para ser, debo cumplir con mi proposito
creo que sin ti, eso no va a ser posible...a quien es que tengo que asesinar, quitar del medio, opacar?? , a tu psicologo? , a tu novio?, a tu agarre?, a tu mejor amigo?, a tu mejor amiga? ...impresioname...tu ...a ...mi....mi orgasmo guardado...mi sueño inconcebible...mi fantasia perfecta, reina de cristal, fragil, dulce, y timida...solo un animal salvaje ...(en otras palabras yo)...puede hacerte sentir asi...Je te aime.....

Donnie V.

2007-07-28T22:58:00.000-07:00

Donovan Vincenzo , 20 y algo años de edad,
aunque su nombre suena como de algo cool
como detective de homicidios, mafioso o incluso supermodelo no gay que incurre en deportes extremos y se tira a todas las supermodelos no flacas (y flacas ocasionalmete) , Donovan en realidad es un tipo común y corriente con un nombre de protagonista de pelicula de acción.

No mata despiadados que asesinaron a su perro, culebra, gato, tarantula, hamster (por favor!, ...la familia asesinada está demasiado quemada..o el hermano o el papá), no busca arcas perdidas, ni se mete en templos de aborigenes canibales con la cara pintada de una forma que ni el brujo legitimo de la tribú se atreveria a ponerse ...
no es un hacker con cuerpo de luchador o artes marciales mixtas (ni fue wolverine y van helsing en otra peli...), no conduce un auto con inteligencia artificial o es el líder de un grupo de salvavidas (casi todas mujeres y TODAS han salido en Playboy), ni mucho menos ha vencido a un depredador extraterrestre, ni ha sido un cyborg asesino arrepentido que vuelve a ayudar al hijo de su victima. Donovan no ha ni siquiera ganado el titulo mundial de peso completo de la WWE, ni siquiera el intercontinental...ni el cruiserweight....no es un billonario aburrido que vive siempre en busqueda de nuevas aventuras (arriesgando por supuesto la vida)....

Pero se los come a toditos en algo...es un maestro de cinturón negro...el dalai lama...la galletica emperador justo despues de un plato de pretzels saladisimos, el dadaluma ...el león de fulfa fulfa.......en la C.a.M.a

- Carlos Adolfo Morales Ascuasiati :) get it? got it? good.

in between the red curtain

2007-07-28T22:39:00.000-07:00

Never mistrust
never mistrust your ability
never mistrust your ability to make me feel alive
never doubt
never doubt what your heart says
never doubt what your heart says directly
never doubt what your heart says directly to mine
i love every inch of every fiber of every cell of every molecule of every atom
that make your eyes shimmer and your sweetness overflow
and thine cup runneth over, all over my skin, and these dreams you and i
you and i... u & I made together...like love within a wrapped and heat invoking red
enviroment...like a symphony for an empty theater...feeding the ghosts and phantoms
of not neccesarily operas...for ghouls and ghosts are strengthened by interchanging energy
and what powerful waves...you and i...you know i'm all alone in the darkness
but i don't mind because i know you're there...in my arms...whispering in my ear....
the strangest and funniest sound your chipper and overtly comical mood
could evoke...if it weren't for you....

Shikyo-Tensei

2007-07-24T22:31:00.000-07:00

I died sincere...some of the things i said may have crushed bridges
it feels like this is the afterlife...but my influence lives on
but some would say..."you seem alive!" ..my answer is ...no ...i'm not
i am dead...dead and gone...it's not sad...even though tears are wept...
even though some memories are powerful enough to create planets...
even though i still breathe...even though my heart beats...and believe me
inside me...im alive...i'm way more a alive than a lot of people i know...
that still carry around themselves with one eye closed and the other waiting for the day
to collapse....i'm in a sort of heaven/hell ...like a marriage between the two...
surviving the depths of darkness...to find that which i've lost...or merely misplaced...
that day could be tomorrow...or i could be reborn right now...oh wait...if this is being written
then i've returned from the dead ...and baby, i'm not undead....just look down my pants...
so its like i say...the king is in fact dead....but no one said anything about the emperor....
i'm so glad to be immortal...your love makes me so...

This is for you...and That's for Bush and other self praising maggots

2007-01-06T23:33:00.000-08:00

You see i hate leaders, i hate them so...they think they can order people around and just steal away life...Kings suck, in effect all authority figures suck, they suck they suck they suck
Why?, cuz' they're human...which is not bad since, we can relate to these tall, majestic figures (at least that's what they think of themselves), but it's smoke and mirrors...
for once i'd like to see a leader that knows what the fuck he is doing...i mean really, what the hell is wrong with the world?, we always seem to select the most bloodthirsty or blind or self servicing fucktards imaginable....wow....that's a load off my chest ...choose me as your president fucktards!
i'm the man ....(no i won't legalize dope), but i'll make you all listen to A trace of Blood all day...(i sound dictator-like, i know...)

I understand you so well...

2006-12-04T21:53:00.000-08:00

that it frightens me....i love the way you scare me however....it turns me on....
aren't i a weird one? ....we are two weird kids....in adult bodies....
you are the wind that wakes me up in the morning...you are the shadow that comes with dusk
i told you aren't so far away, and i will not hazard to make a guess....kids that we are...uncontrolable...we are also quite concious....i feel ...so warm right now....the temperature is low ....what is it about you that makes my blood into lava, my words into fingers that touch forbidden ground...im no coward....im not running....im staying...right here...arms open...staring at the horizon....people will judge me as crazy...fuck them....what do they know....
i know why im static here....i know what im fighting for...this is my fate....
and i will not let you go...
in my heart i know...
in my heart i know
in my heart i .....

the truth about 333

2006-12-03T00:16:00.000-08:00

Is even unknown to me
pero aun asi le busco el sentido
and even though the answers evade me
no pueden cerrarme el paso
why? ...because i love to fight
pero no me confundan...adoro el amor...amo el amor
because someone may have convinced me that lust
no es lo unico que vale en la existencia
but im getting way off the subject, because...
esto trata sobre mi viejo amigo trescientos treinta y tres
who always watches over me in the hard times...and the good times
dandome su fuerza..no se de donde proviene pero es masiva
what i once thought to be a curse, is actually
una bendicion...oh hermosa bendicion que ha abierto mis ojos a la verdadera
beauty that is life, that is hard work and effort...there is no need for darkness
aunque todavia queden cantidades saludables de tal substancia en mi...
Se cual es el camino ...y nada me dentendra....nada se puede interponer
so as in this empty room....with my mind pumping dreams like venom...
llenan mi corazon imagenes...hermosas imagenes....de lo que tanto deseo...
and it does not bother me one bit, to be a dreamer....after all
los sueños se hacen realidad...asi que, mi gran amigo.....te agradezco
for giving me the power to change reality into whatever i feel like it should be
no se si debo dirigir...pero sospecho que ese es tu plan ...verdad?
you are the oldest friend i have...maybe the most constant thing in my life...
eres mujer o algo? ...porque solo una mujer me pondria a vivir estas telenovelas
on a daily basis!, but i must admit...this is the only way to truly live life....
mas vivo que nunca...sin sentido de desorientacion....cuanto tiempo me costo comprender
that all of this is destined to happen.... 3.....3.....3....

Modified Christmas Ver. 5.9 with crack and serial

2006-11-27T20:30:00.000-08:00

Welcome, there is no snow where i'm from...but christmas is a mess still
people are happy (well they're drunk 24-7), it's a month long holiday
everyone buys shit, tons of shit...even shit they don't need, just for the sake of showing shit to the shit beholder....envy is on the top of the list...people are so crooked...can't they just enjoy the drunkenness of christmas and fireworks...? ..can't they just be happy?

I swear Santa Claus is going ghetto this year...he's all in them red jerseys...talking in english all dominicanyork like, bringing presents (tons of cocaine , weed, extasy) and driveby's ...not to the kids but to the other grown up kids, that by that time, are really fucking drunk ...so now they can be drunk and stoned! ...and well...shot....if they dont pay that is....

Motherfucka's got elves too...they're called AMET'S which are like transit cops but dumber...they don't make presents they just give little presents to themselves...it's called "abusing power" ....egomonsters! ...but well all them kids riding around drunk ...(that'll never change), making 0's on the road in their fancy Acuras with their drugs and booze safely tucked in the glove compartment...not under the tree...Although i just gave a whole bunch of people good ideas on stashing spots....

And lest we forget "Sima sabor navideño" cranking out of every stereo in town on every bodega, colmado or whorehouse on the block...what does christmas taste like? ...is it like....the mixture between hangover and christmas dinner all at once...or does it taste more like pussy? ...drunk, stoned pussy that doesn't even know where it is at that particular time and place ...she should be home sleeping! ....waiting for santa! ...uh oh....motherfucker's got a bottle of vas-o-line ....oh just forget it...you're fine where you are...this santa's one of them deported, three toothed, gunslingin', daddy yankee and snoop dogg lovechild of a santa ....

I love fucking christmas....don't do drugs....and there ain't no deers in DR...GET OFF THE FUCKING CRACKPIPE YOU JUNKIE

Los ojos que encierran todo

2006-11-17T20:56:00.000-08:00

Me observan, desde lo lejos...no es que estoy loco sino un poquito creativo...
no es que sea paranoico...sino un poquito precavido...porque si supieran ...
mis instintos...destruyen, no tengo miedo de las personas...pero talvez las personas no saben en lo que se meten....yo soy un lio....yo lo se....soy un lio divertido....pero un lio igual....hasta donde llega tu optimismo?....porque el mio es eterno....

Cuando tus defectos son enormes....vuelvelos una extension de ti....una positiva

La realidad

2006-11-17T20:22:00.000-08:00

seres de fuego luchando contra la lluvia, gente de agua cayendo desde la boca celestial...una guerra entre los extremos....triunfa nadie...el vapor se rie mientras asciende...pero ni siquiera el vapor...es eterno...nada dura mas que el tiempo...el tiempo es eterno...sin embargo podemos detener el tiempo? ...pudiesemos invertirlo...viajar al pasado...al futuro....dominarlo?...si fuese asi entonces el tiempo tambien tiene fin...hay esencias que sobreponen todo...las armas de devastacion masiva que superan el poder humano...sus emociones....

Hay algo

2006-10-27T23:29:00.000-07:00

Talvez hay algo ahi...que no se expresar...aunque si se...pero no se....porque sera que mis silencios dicen tanto? .......................................................................................................................................................

estremecedor....perfecto....sonambulo.......333

I'm BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK (did ya miss me?)

2006-10-15T01:55:00.000-07:00

the memory monster

2006-10-15T01:26:00.000-07:00

No has desaparecido, todo lo contrario....cuanto sudor debe ser derramado , cuanto mas he de esperar? ...mi orgullo...perdon orgullo ....orgullo descansa....orgullo calla....perdon...mi amigo no tiene idea...el sabe...pero no se calla la boca cuando debe...si es cierto, te extraño...si, me quede con la boca aguada...los labios incendiados....temblores , anticipacion y todo eso....cuanto ha pasado? ....porque reprimo? ....no se....no me quiero explicar ahora...no es el lugar...no es el momento ....sabes?....no es miedo....no le temo a nada....talvez la muerte....pero ella anda lejos de aqui...asi que por ende...no tengo miedo....estoy en contacto con lo que siento....se lo que siento...y se lo que sientes....es como sostener un orgasmo por cuestion de meses....es como aguantar el deseo de gritar cuando alguien te pisa un pie (con un yunque...perdon no pude resistir) .....no hice nada mas que esperar....todavia espero...como es que no me canso ? ....no puedo dejar de pensar en esto....esto me posee....lo siento....no lo voy a sufrir (aunque lo sufra de todas formas) ....yo se lo que siento....se porque lo siento (aunque desconozca porque....mis instintos no fallan) , se lo que deseo, lo que quiero y hacia donde voy....tus palabras me consumen...las mias te incineran...ardes en mi...como se que ardo en tus entrañas...saboreo tu deseo de satisfaccion y estoy aqui para dejarte repleta de mi...no estoy vencido...no estoy muerto....existo....existo en exceso...aunque no me guste ...soy como una enfermedad (aunque sea postiva)....y deseo enfermarte de mi...y seducir a tu sistema inmunologico dejando orgasmos en su lugar....dejando una sonrisa abobada en tu rostro y una mirada desnuda en tu ojos...si lo creiste en algun momento ...creelo ahora mas que nunca...no puedes escapar

2006-10-15T00:44:00.000-07:00

Hola mis adorados fans! ....(los 3 que me quedan)....queria informarles que durante los mil y 1 mes que estuve fuera de comision...no me la pase de vago! ....me he mantenido alimentando a mi nuevo hijo ....visitenlo...para que escuchen la voz que tantas barrabasadas escribe

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You....how dare you (quite a comeback no?)

2006-10-15T00:30:00.000-07:00

How dare you walk away from me....don't you know i'm already inside you...pulsating in your veins...touching every corner ...bathing in the fountains of your feline spirit....drinking you....feeling you....i am alive inside you...part of me , part of you...how dare you escape....how dare you run away....look me in the eyes...feel it....feel the flowing stream ripping into you.....like a blind passion stream...in extreme....seconds kill ....minutes murder...hours, days, weeks, months, years....this isn't goodbye....not by a long shot....i won't stand for defeat... i ...won't be...defeated by this...in my heart....in my mind....i know....i know the truth....you may think i've lost my mind...maybe being alone....has affected me...post traumatic stress...i have no fear...so why should you?....fear of being touched this touch that will remain below your skin...maybe forever...i'm not being proud, i'm being true.....how dare you escape fate?....you are mine....M.I.NE.....somewhere, someday....NOW DAMMIT NOW

Sin tiempo sin espacio

2006-07-18T21:22:00.000-07:00

Sin tiempo...sin espacio...que me importan estas pendejadas...ven a mi...
que me tienen jarto el tiempo y el espacio...si estas aqui talvez no jodan tanto ...el tiempo y el espacio...si llegas...si solo llegas....bueno...solo lo dejare ahi .....llega!

Anti-cipacion

2006-07-18T21:14:00.000-07:00

Esto es un codigo anti-codigo para todas las cosas...todas las dudad y todos los silencios que duran....dias...dias interminables...me haces falta...me hacen falta tus palabras...donde estas? ...donde estoy? ....nunca nos hemos movido de sitio...hemos estado aqui...suspendidos en el tiempo...disfrutando....la revelacion....la realidad...realidad candente...de que los sueños se realizan...el tiempo no asesina...el tiempo fortalece...loz lazos que recorren tu piel...y la conectan a la mia...sigo estos rastros....estas cuerdas translucidas...cristalinas...me llevaran hacia ti...te espero...en silencio...pasando cada dia....llevando el sol en los hombros...y tu la luna en el vientre....espero....con anticipacion....

the jungle

2006-06-19T20:45:00.000-07:00

Its another world...i feel different...i feel as if i´m on the hunt...my sense of smell is ever sensitive...there´s a slight aroma...calling out to me...from afar...yet not so far...a taste on my tongue...flavors that defy these animal taste buds...it´s insanely hot...like a lion on the prowl...the night calls my name...its calling me out...theres something hunting me also...

A blaze gives signs of a camp nearby...im getting close...the scent...is stromg...its just growing...instincts in overdrive...overdrive...exhilaration...do wild animals feel this? ...this rush...of closing in on the prey...have i really become a lion? ...well ocassionally i get itchy...scratchy...so that must mean ...i have fur...i do have fur...HOLY "··&/($$ im a lion! ...am i really going to eat that girl up? ...she looks so sweet...looking up into the night sky...dreaming away ...what could she be thinking of? ...why is she so familiar? ...why does her scent....drive me insane? ...i mean, shes just human ....isnt she?
its not biologically ....sane....what my thoughts are doing to me....it must be this slight human part of me...animals just dont ¨think¨ ...that just doesnt happen...

I feel like purring her up...im a big savage ¨cat¨ after all...why wasnt i a wolf instead? ...i love wolves...why am i even thinking? ...i just...want to ...oh god...its a bullet...its in my flesh...ow...ow....i´ve never been shot....urgh it hurts...ahhh

she shot me! ...dear lord...why´d she do that? ....oh wait...am i dying?...im getting really numb...................................................................

Wah...! ...that was weird....what a dream....except for that girl....shes right here...sleeping next to me....i kiss her ...mmm...i feel like kissing more than just your lips....come here....mmm ................................

Oh....ok....thats what i was supposed to do.....y´know? ...being an animal ain´t as easy as it looks.......now....off you go....¨grin¨ (big curtains drop)

Pensandolo bien...

2006-06-13T19:15:00.000-07:00

Cuando alguien te dice...¨Te pareces a mi¨ ...te puede estar dando el cumplido mas grande en existencia...o ....mas bien të esta diciendo ¨Me confundes¨ ...claro si lo tomas de una forma o de otra...pero siempre hay la tercera...¨Me gusta como me confundes, sigue haciendolo....¨

Intermezzo

2006-06-03T19:49:00.000-07:00

I know why ...
Wish i had enough words to express it
And maybe a clear , concise idea of whats happening
Nothing is like this, its almost vicious...extremely sweet...
This expression of raw feverish emotion...
Young and wild ...these dreams we craft...into living movies
Ours, so ours...no one else enters here...our little minefield
Understanding would be futile, it´s best to just feel, flow...
Songs of the sky that fall as rain unto our skin...
Opens locked doors between you and i ...so exposed
Bare it all...im willing to...we find ourselves alone out here
And its perfect...theres nothing in the way, nothing matters
Deffinately alive, you make me feel so alive
Inside me inside you inside this world, on the inside we
Tick like bombs wanting to explode unto each other
Hell would seem arctic in this fiery display
Undermining all possible forms of resistance
Reality is....beautiful, just as long as you re in it
The tension is overhwelming, the anticipation
Seed of many years finally growing, outlasting perfection

Coordinadas fuera de escala episodio 2....

2006-05-31T20:33:00.000-07:00

Aventuras subconcientes de ayer y hoy presentan.............

¨Aquel que teme mirar dentro de si...es porque esconde algo...si estos secretos salen al aire...sin el mismo quererlo...es porque la taza llego hasta su limite y la conciencia no tiene espacio suficiente...y todos esos demonios internos....salen a respirar aire fresco...el aire de los pulmones de su victima..¨

Este lugar...este horrible lugar....siento como que tiene mente propia...me esta guiando hacia el vacio...que quiere de mi este condenado lugar???...es como un laberinto de cosas inimaginables...disparates mal puestos...puertas se abren , mientras otras se cierran...hay una que se queda abierta...al final del pasillo...no se ve absolutamente nada adentro mas que la negrura tipica...y dos puntos amarillos que brillan levemente en su interior...no queda mas opcion....que entrar...ademas de que aunque pude despistar a las abominaciones que me estaban persiguiendo...deben de estar cerca todavia...no me queda de otra mas que entrar.

Una vez adentro, una luz blanquisima se enciende...es el mismo tipo de luz que se encuentra en una oficina, blanca...desesperante....que revela una habitacion pequeña, con paredes blancas ...impecables...y unas 20 o 25 marionetas regadas entre el suelo y la pared....es como si me miraran...son las cosas mas bizarras que he visto...como los juguetes que ninguna persona quisiera darle a sus niños de navidad o cumpleaños....algunas tienen una expresion seca...sin sentimiento...y sencillamente sus ojos de plastico me miran ....siento como si estas cosas van a cobrar vida en cualquier momento...y me van a atacar...lo mas aterrador del caso es que cada movimiento que hago...los ojos me persiguen...casi me paralizan por momento...ya han pasado 4 minutos...aqui dentro...la puerta esta cerrada con llave...automaticamente...cada vez que me volteo a mirar atras...siento sus movimientos....cuando los miro...no hacen nada...pero se acercan...cada vez que les doy la espalda...cada vez que dejo de mirarlos en sus mugrientas caras....cual sera el punto de tenerme aqui? ...que tendre que hacer para salir...?

Han pasado 30 minutos...no resisto esto mas...no puedo mirar esos rostros...es como si quemaran mis retinas al enfocarlos...estoy apunto de perder la razon...si ya no la he perdido ....cuando de un momento a otro...aquella voz...la de la grabacion, resuena nuevamente y en su idioma foraneo...y su tono quebradizo se burla de mi...francamente, esta vez no la entiendo...no se que quiere de mi...no se que debo hacer en este momento...pero ahora mismo desearia estar afuera con las cosas esas que me perseguian...

No resisto mas....doy mi espalda contra ellos....que me maten si deseen...es mejor que estar aqui encerrado. Espero....con ojos cerrados....hasta que un ruido me impulsa a abrirlos...y me volteo con cierta lentitud....las marionetas....estan despedazadas...y han dejado el suelo bañado en sangre...se han despedazado unas entre otras...que ocurrio mientras les di la espalda? ...doy un paso hacia delante...y es como si el suelo gruñe...y una boca emerge de el...tragandose de una buena vez los brazos...las piernas, cabezas...y yo con todo....

es un agujero...estoy cayendo hacia el vacio....cuando mi rostro al fin besa el suelo de forma violenta...escupo un diente...y me levanto....cuanto polvo....sucio....me hace estornudar ...casi inmediatamente...empiezo finalmente a caminar entre las sombras...cuando un sonido un poco familar me hace parar en seco una vez mas...es el sonido de acero contra acero....filos para ser exacto....y sonidos de botas...a la distancia...dos lamparas a mis lados...me iluminan al fin...y tambien ganchos de carniceria vacios...pero recien utilizados...dos lamparas mas se iluminan en frente de mi...y cada cierto tiempo se encienden las siguientes...con una linea recta de una luz amenazadora...los pasos se acercan...y el sonido de una respiracion con un leve silbido....como la respiracion de un asmatico en medio de pleno ataque...

Quiero huir...pero....es la curiosidad...el morbo...de saber que rayos saldra de las sombras...que es lo que se aproxima...cuando repentinamente se nota al fin al cabo ...una textura de tela blanca...con gotas rojas que lo adornan...para una carniceria...un carnicero por supuesto....ya la logica de este lugar no me sorprende...pero quiero verle el rostro...quiero ver si mis sentidos todavia estan sin contaminar...¨Muestrame la cara! ...vamos!¨

¨Compre pendejadas grasientas que le subiran unas mil libras! ...venga venga!...a jartarse como un perro! en SucioBurger!¨

Esta historia continuara! (hasta que me de la gana de concluirla)
:D

Coordinadas fuera de escala.....

2006-05-27T16:17:00.000-07:00

No veo nada...adonde estoy? ...no recuerdo nada sobre la noche anterior...
donde esta mi cama? ...mi cuarto? ...esto lugar hiede ...el hedor es como si excavara hacia mi subconciente ...aunque me tape la nariz....ahi esta ese olor...desesperante. Me levanto del suelo...esta hecho de marfil...manchado...sucio....hay goteras...por todos los lados...y juzgo por el enorme eco que hay aqui....que este lugar es enorme y vacio...y el olor...ese olor a muerte...no cesa.

Con cierto miedo, procedo...a caminar...mas como tambalear...es como si me hubiese arrollado un camion...siento estas enormes ganas de gritar al vacio...pero temo que algo me escuche...mi cabeza..es como si fuera a estallar...estare halucinando? ...este pasillo...tan largo...cada vez se oscurece mas....hay luces rojas...amarillas....dan como una atmosfera tensa ...ademas de que puedo escuchar una respiracion en el eco...este sitio? ...esta respirando??? ....al parecer las paredes se mueven...como si tuviesen enervaciones....que cuando las toco....tiemblan...como si fuera tejido viviente....pero es cemento! ....Dios mio...adonde estoy...? ....donde estan mis amigos?

mientras mas camino....escucho un ruido en la distancia...como si fuese una especie de musica de elevador...pero distorsionada...y con voces...la musica de elevador...definitivamente no tiene voces....y no estan cantando ....hablan todas a la vez...es el sonido mas horrendo que he escuchado en toda mi vida...se pierde entre unos chillidos estridentes...de algo que se aproxima...como si estuviese gateando...arrastrandose por el suelo...segun la silueta...se mueve a velocidades rapidas...y por momentos es como si la imagen se adelantara...como darle ¨fast forward¨ a una cinta de video...y finalmente emerge a la luz.....es ....que es esto....? ....que es esa cosa.....? , repentinamente me mira con ojos saltones....y se queda detenido....ahora sus movimientos son lentos....se mueve como cada 3 segundos....y movimientos cortos....coordinados. No puedo moverme...solo lo observo...sus ojos negrisimos...su piel parece como una mutacion...de colores enfermizos...no tiene piernas...es como si una masa de carne hubiese cobrado vida...tiene una especie de sonrisa....y los colmillos ....casi brillan...como si fuesen de hierro...no tiene expresion mas que esa sonrisa...su cara esta perdida como entre una euforia psicotica...y confusion...

es como una especie de duelo...siento que si hago algun movimiento brusco...como que esa cosa tambien reaccionara igual....asi que empiezo a moverme a casi la misma lentitud....cuando el olor...ese horrible olor....se intensifica un poco mas.....y ...siento un respiro detras de mi cuello...el aire es un poco frio...y siento una mano que toca mi hombro...se siente fria...como acero...ruidos como mecanizados a mi espalda....me volteo lentamente....1, 2, 3, 4, 5 , 6, 7....y me pierdo en unos ojos casi luminicos....rojos....brotados...como los de un insecto....este parece una especie de maquina...con patas de araña ...y garras en la punta....las garras me tocan....me cortan levemente....aunque este esta parado en dos piernas...que parecen de protesis...el silencio es desesperante....solo respiros...y los sonidos mecanicos....de esa cosa....

Una risotada brota del vacio....una extraña grabacion resuena a traves de todo el pasillo...y la voz...una voz....que parece estar hablando entre latin....y otro dialecto que no comprendo....por la urgencia....del sonido....comprendi......que estaba diciendo ¨huye....huye ahora....¨, se rie nuevamente....y las dos monstruosidades se tensan....se alejan un poco....y de la nada sale un chillido.....y lo presiento en ese momento...estoy apunto de morir....

En cuestion de segundos...he corrido lo que serian kilometros en este espacio cerrado...fue tan repentino...que no se que fue lo que hice....no se como me escape....pero me estan persiguiendo...los siento a mi espalda...escucho los aullidos...gritos....luego solo se escucha el sonido de mayor cantidad de gritos...aullidos....no quiero mirar atras...solo puedo correr...y no se hasta donde llegue mi resistencia....el lugar...es como si estuviese encogiendose...cada vez mas cerrado....cada vez mas horrible...mas oscuro....entonces....

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Esta historia continuara!
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lo terminare....algun dia de estos

Judgement night

2006-05-26T21:01:00.000-07:00

We sold the truth for a buck...yes we did...we sold it for 2 cents per suck
nothing seems sacred anymore...untouched or barely even solid
this is a liquid sense of reality...and i won´t drown in the intentions
for these intentions are malignant, i smell them from a mile away
sometimes experience makes you aware of the things around you
and just when you didn´t see it coming...POW....like a freight train

i love reality, i really do, it´s the most basic fact of life
even if we all share different views on it...its the same coiled snake
the same poisoned bite that taints us all...i don´t expect to speak for all of you
i don´t demand martyrdom ....it´s just that...no one has the balls to say anything anymore
so i leave my mouth to wreck cities again...to leave nothing in it´s wake

I´m sick of being civilized ...it´s just not who i am...i disrespect my animal nature
and i never will again...i will kiss the fangs of fate until my lips have bled dry
i will punch away at the huge rock wall that stands and blinds us all to the outside
if you´re not with me...you´re probably dead weight...unwanted, not needed
fuck mean...i´m not mean...this is real....it´s survival...

if your state of mind will not allow you to do what you really want to then what really is the point
to being alive at all? ...you´re a slave...like the rest....they´ll have to kill me to chain me up...
i belong to no one...to nothing...i fight for me and those who join me...and if you stand in my way...guess what...you´re against me....i will run you down too...we´re all fighting to enjoy life but without effort you will never get past ¨what if?¨ wondering about what might be...

So in the end...the wall is you...you put it up...now have the guts to tear it down...bring down
every opposition with no mercy...they will try to steal the daylight from your eyes...you´re not just human...believe that you´re an animal...believe in the impulses that get things done....because instincts are the only posessions that are worth a damn after so much thinking has failed...if you like procrastinating...so damn much...why don´t you settle for second best forever...leave me with my blind glory....i know it´s out there...

If You can read this.....

2006-05-26T20:52:00.000-07:00

Step away you´re wayyyy too close and will probably cause severe trauma to your visual capacity :O

Don´t be so damn curious! geez....

The gloves are off

2006-05-26T20:25:00.000-07:00

Unfortunately...you had to go the extra mile...you just had to push buttons...
doesn´t red mean anything to you? ....when there´s a sign that says...¨Do not enter this door¨
would you dare me ? ...do you think i care at all? ....hahahahahahaaahahahaha ....i wish i weren´t like this....so drawn to conflict...but it´s people like you....just like you, that test my patience...
why did you have to...? , you just ¨had to¨ didn´t you? ....the mask is off...the gloves are off...i´m stripped to the core...sweat all over me...must be the summer heat making me a little crazy...thats all...did you really think i´d take it easy, and just let go ....no one...no one ever beats me...and i´ll make you believe it...like all things in life...i won´t keep my mouth shut for this one...if you´re gonna sink me in the middle of the sea...i´ll swim ashore ...just to piss you off...erase me...and i´ll come back ...just for the pleasure of haunting you, you know my face, and you´ll see it everynight...if i´m not where you expected me to be ...guess where i´m standing ....

if you can´t win...enjoy the defeat...at least try ...hahaaaahaaaaaah

All that matters is the ending

2006-05-23T19:17:00.000-07:00

So just as long as it doesn´t end abruptly halfway
there´s much to expect when conclusions finally spread their legs...finally the end
roll the credits...theres nothing to see here ...will they ever leave us alone?
will they leave us alone? .....go away this movie ended before it even got started
where´s the sex scene?....where am i on the screen?
where are we when the credits roll?
why the hell am i still asking questions?

(Abrupt ending sequence)

R@ZoR W1R3 H@l0

2006-05-23T18:49:00.000-07:00

How can this man be any good
what do they find in his eyes to be of any use
when all he does is find new ways to destroy everything
things around him die, fingers pumping venom
anytime soon now...anywhere between now and when his timer goes off

things break in his hands, time rushes quickly
so does adrenaline, burning holes in the midnight sky with a steel cigar

the ashes of the things he´s charred , born from a cauldron full of gunpowder, a sneeze could mean certain death for a city block and all for what?
on behalf of some kind of peace of mind that no one´s heard of?
he just grins wide, showing the fangs which kindly murder, soul´s become a slop of C4

A lifetime joke, trust and you´ll be backstabbed, did you like the punchline?
are you laughing now that the clown turned out to be your boogieman?
he´s gonna steal the stars from the sky, spilt the earth open and take a dive in the lava probably convincing us to jump in there too...¨it won´t kill you...it´s just a bit hot down here¨
for heaven´s sake...won´t someone put this monster away?

despised for being himself, razorwire thoughts and a halo to die upon
saints make the best sinners , villains are today´s heroes...better teach your kids to be the bad guy...its the only way they ll ever get layed without being taken for a fool
a love for evil things will claim our souls...only that he doesn´t act it out...he was born into it
he lives it...he´s become...far too deep into it

Vampiros metiendole la mano a los hombre-lobos jugando poker

2006-05-22T20:33:00.000-07:00

El vampiro es inteligente y el pobre lobo es un animal...
porque se comio a la abuelita de caperucita roja?
porque sale aullandole a toda mujer buenisima en lo muñequitos de antes
porque es peludo y probablemente jiede a mocato cuando se moja
porque su mas cercano descendiente es el perro
porque en realidad no se pondria a jugar poker sino a destrozar el cuartico donde estan metidos
probablemente masticando un hueso o aparando un palo de madera que le jondee dracula
y que pendejo y flaquito es, si la luna llena no ta ahi...nada mas un pote de brugal y una rubia sacandole los cheles, con un trabajo pendejisimo en obras publicas, oyendo bachata y jugando domino en el colmado de los muchachos...aburriisimo...cuidao cuando a tulin le sale la luna llena...se pone loco y se cree hombre lobo....a ese muchacho der diablo lo que hay es que mandarlo al 28...y que le den par de palos en el camino...pa ve si genera...ese mardito loco
por eso es que dracula coge al pobre lobo de pendejo...si el lobo en lo que estan la rubia y dracula...ay mi madre...ahi si e verdad que se arma...
no maltraten al lobo...que es un perro pero en realidad al igual que los perros....son el mejor amigo del hombre...especialmente de don dracula que lo ta manipulando desde que tenian 5 años...

i dwell within your dreams...basking in the midnight wind of your enormous forests, your mountains, your trees, your cabin in the middle of nowhere...

2006-05-22T20:23:00.000-07:00

you fight it...its bittersweet...but you re swiming in its vast oceans...drowning there with me...when you re out of breath thats when you feel

2006-05-22T20:19:00.000-07:00

Thats why i create it...for you to feel it...you better understand or else you will never be able to...enter

2006-05-22T20:17:00.000-07:00

even though you may be afraid of it at first...even though you may not get the picture...you are able to swallow this thought down

2006-05-22T20:14:00.000-07:00

I know you re waiting for it...and its almost there...near the point

2006-05-22T20:13:00.000-07:00

in my warped sense of what things should be, in my lack of control i find strength

2006-05-22T20:11:00.000-07:00

i can walk around in fire, i can spit lighting bolts

2006-05-22T20:10:00.000-07:00

and this is all i take for granted...

2006-05-22T20:08:00.000-07:00

No image could house these thoughts...no sounds could begin to express

2006-05-22T20:07:00.000-07:00

Something i cant describe

2006-05-22T20:04:00.001-07:00

something beyond recognition

2006-05-22T20:04:00.000-07:00

she is...

2006-05-06T10:43:00.000-07:00

(red and blue lights aligned)

burning me, with intention, with intensity...i may be dying even though she doesn't know it...i'm dying for her and she can feel it...but she doesn't know what impulses her...what perfect lightbeams she casts unto my shadows...her eyes shimmer, she smiles in still pictures ...drawn into my subconcious ...i paint her portrait in daydreams...we're on some far off beach somewhere...making love...all day, all night, at times taking slight breaks to play in the sand and swim in the ocean, then it's like i can't stand it...she's so beautiful it drives me fucking crazy , i just look into those fountains of light...i can see myself inside them and then things just become...like jumping from a daydream into reality...i hold her in my arms...her skin is so warm...the waves crawl deep into my pores...tickle my insides a bit..."what's with this damn tickling...why on earth does it tickle...urgh" ....then she just laughs...how does she know...she kisses me and runs off...now where are we? ...i guess no one's leading here...it's just you and me baby...where our minds and souls drift...it's a mystery to me...in fact, why don't you tell me? ...with all your superpsychic female intuition thing...all i can do is scratch my nuts and burp...wait a minute! ...i can sing too! ...can you play something? ...let me sing you a song then...and please do not tickle me halfway....oh god no...there it is again....damn....stop laughing ..jajajajajajajajjaajajjaja.....don't tickle me....come ere' you're mine! ...."sencored!"

Burn...

2006-04-26T20:47:00.000-07:00

(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"

Fried day ep. 4

2006-04-25T12:05:00.000-07:00

(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

Phew...for earlier fried day entries...check out my profile on hi5 :D

autopsia del temor

2006-04-24T20:57:00.000-07:00

(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!

Dancing in gunfire

2006-04-23T00:57:00.000-07:00

(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

Ares and Buddha

2006-04-21T23:08:00.000-07:00

(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

2006-04-21T21:06:00.000-07:00

(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

2006-04-21T20:50:00.000-07:00

(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

2006-04-21T20:08:00.000-07:00

(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

Breve introduccion

2006-04-20T19:42:00.000-07:00

(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?"