Love isn't weakness...repression is weakness

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...

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

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,,,

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)

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...)

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

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.

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

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

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

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...

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

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

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

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

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

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?)

the memory monster

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

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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