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Call came through workYou better get herePops is about to goI am losing my shit100 mphI come to the gateSo peacefulDied without painWhat does it even matter?What’s life to gain? Pops went.
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Death — it comes for all of us.Somehow, that reality slips past our minds on most days, almost as if we’ve agreed not to look directly at it. And yet, every so often, life drops small reminders in our path. A moment of silence. A strange feeling in the chest. News about someone you knew. A memory resurfacing out of nowhere.Little hints. Quiet taps on the shoulder. It’s only when you start noticing those hints that they begin to multiply.Not in a…
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Another Valentine’s Day.A magical time when couples rekindle their love, buy each other flowers, or — let’s be real — some folks end up with unwanted STDs they’ll be Googling symptoms for by Monday. But behind all that pink glitter and commercial love, nobody talks about the darker side of today: the blue balls, the depression, and that strangely peaceful feeling of drinking an 18‑pack alone in your boxers while YouTube decides what heartbreak song you need next. For me?It means clocking…
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So many friends, coworkers, and possible haters told me I should do my own laminate work. Fuck that. And it all started with my mom telling me, “mijo, you should remove that nasty pink carpet and get tile in your house.” I knew the carpet was trash, dirty, and plain nasty as hell. I had to go and rent a carpet cleaner to keep it clean every time my 10 kamikaze nieces and nephews would come visit me… But at first it…
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When the sun takes its break,And the demons come to play,Will the moon be there to witness? Sanitation, stagnation, mind controlThe world eats lies it can’t unfoldDumbfounded, and mentally roundedThe human thinks in what’s grounded When the choices make you guess,And the light begins to fade,Will you see the light or the abyss? Every day we bleed,Conceited shadows over-turn the deeds,In the dark, the hollow dead will speak.Nothing meaningful is said just the echoes of the greed, When the light turns on…
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I don’t know about you guys, but every year one gets closer to death it seems as if the EGO, kind of just butters away and the true self prevails. All those whacky ideas, those power young moves, just vanish out to thin air. The grind, the work, the fucken life bull shit wears you down. You either wake up or get bothered by the sounds of the engine going off in the back ground. You play some jams, you drift off…
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Hate… we spoke againI hadn’t seen you in some time Hadn’t felt your love the sameYou told me you were there for meJust like the rain on the moonMaybe when I die, I’ll see you soon And the tears set againI watched her dance in painMust be that time again Her breath in my chest regainsa soul set to explain A longing to never forgetLies — all our livesNow I linger in the regretI wish I could forget See me in the…
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Si supieras cuánto te he querido,verte partir y aportar otro apellido.Es una muerte lenta y dolorosa,la que me espera en esta ronda. Me quedé cantándole al recuerdo,a promesas que el viento llevó.Abrazarte ya es solo un sueño,y aun así… mi alma te llamó. Verte fugarte en la ira,no pudiste esperar la tira.Y al hacerlo, el mundo gira,una ronda más para el que aún suspira. Abrázame muy fuerte,que solo queda el olvido.Ayer reímos y ahorame ahoga un solo suspiro. Que Dios te dé…
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You parted Heart broken now heavily guarded Saints and sinners You had me for a quitter But the day is long I pick up the slack and still keep strong Daily habits that can’t be destroyed Thoughts of the living annoyed One look at that person And I knew I had conquered the storm No more tears,No more nightmares, cold sweat, and fear.The road lies open for all to see,And the world stands ready to fall at my feet It’s here, change…
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Verse 1She parted like a shallow whisper in the sky,like a bleak ray of sunshine fading dry.She went out with the wind,one last goodbye—no kiss goodnight,just silence in the sky.ChorusShe’s gone again,never to return,and things will never be the same,like the wind that twists and burns.Verse 2I’m alone again,I’m by myself again,tears can’t feel, they only paintthe heart’s lonely reign.BridgeThe echoes linger, shadows stay,but her voice has blown away.I reach for something I can’t hold,a fleeting warmth, a touch gone cold.Chorus (Repeat)She’s…
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Happy Festivities ya’ll!!! I know I haven’t posted anything lately, but I’ve been dying inside just a little from all the warm food, hugs, and company — almost puked from having too much of a good thing. Today I was bored as hell at work and that existential dread crept up on me… you know the one. That silent rat bastard that just shows up and asks, what’s good? I got off at 9am on Christmas Eve and forced myself to stay…
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You ever wake up, pour a bowl of cereal, and suddenly start questioning your entire life?Like one minute you’re shaking that Cheeri-O box, and the next you’re staring at your reflection in the spoon like: “Damn… when did I get old?Why the F(*&^ did I buy $500 worth of stuff on Amazon?” But then—out of nowhere—you remember you’ve got Homies in your life.The kind that don’t judge you for eating cereal at 10PM or buying a dehydrator at 3AM like a man…
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Everyone wants a piece of me,but I just want to chill —leave me be, let me breathe,let my spirit bend to its own will. Give me a taco,hell, make it two or three —sometimes the world’s too damn loudand I just wanna be me. So come take a branchoff this stubborn old tree —roots deep in the chaos,but my soul still running free. Even Chat GPTwants a piece of this,tryna tell me who I am —nah homie, I clap back: tic for…
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I’m ready to go,I’m ready to gooo.I’m caught staring at the wall —the cries are getting louder,the pain is mere silence.Why go through the trouble? I’m ready to go.The mirror shudders.I’m ready to go.The dreams keep getting sadder.What could be,what is,is what makes us madder.The silence can seethe silhouettes through the shadows. I’m ready to go,but the ground keeps holding.The universe waits,breathing slow, unfolding. I’m caught at the wall,but the wall ain’t a grave —it’s a canvas of echoesfrom the storms I…
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Out of all the holidays we celebrate here in the U.S.—both American and Mexican—I have to say Thanksgiving is one of the best for me. Sure, I love throwing carne asadas, discadas, and all those gatherings where we eat and laugh as a big family. But Thanksgiving? It hits different. For me, it’s not even about the day itself. It’s the day after when it really sinks in. It’s not just the food or the tradition—it’s that wholesome feeling of being content.…
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A little something in the style of Maynard – Tool. Oh, why can’t Q be sober, Why’s he clawing through the walls?Why can’t Q just end it all—Break the pattern, break the order,Hear the echo when he falls. See him grab his pistol— (the will, the wrath, the force)And fire shots into the ground,(to wake the sleeping earth,to fracture every course) Poisoned rats and clutter, Triggered, staggered mental drain—I’m breaking every pattern,Till the chains don’t look the same. I am just a…
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Allí se encontraba Q, todo vergueado, madreado y en su punto final.Una lágrima bailaba en su mejilla, y en sus ojos tristes se veía el reflejo del dolor. Freezer Culero:“Pinche sabandija, rata inmunda, Mexa del tercer mundo.¿Pensaste que me ibas a ganar con tus chistes nacos y ondas superficiales?Jajaja.” El Q:“No, wey… todo era buen chiste, wey.La neta es que ando vergueado, wey…Extraño a mi ex y le quiero mandar un emilio antes de que me vaya de esta realidad.” Freezer Culobird:“Seas…
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The fortress stood silent, its entrances unlocked, corridors lit by cold quantum light. When the Angels arrived—tearing through the fabric of nothingness—they expected resistance. Instead, they found an open domain and a man sitting calmly on a stone-and-steel chair, as if he had been waiting for them for centuries. I lifted my head, heavy with a mind that had outgrown human thought. “Why were you delayed?” Their weapons hummed with the original frequency of creation. Their wings dragged shimmering streaks across the…
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I never thought I’d become the guy who talks about soil mixes and worm poop like it’s poetry, but here we are. It all started with clay-like soil that strangled our roses. I learned about peat moss, compost, and the magic of mixing different soils to give those struggling roses a fighting chance. That was the first spark. Then came the succulents—the wise men of the porch, silent guardians watching over my experiments. Slowly, the garden began to breathe again. My mom’s…
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It was a cold, snowy day. I stared out the window and felt myself dissolve into the white emptiness beyond. Dead trees clawed at the sky, and vacant houses crouched below the hill like broken teeth. I wondered if I was the only one still breathing in this town. Probably. Everyone else had fled to the city when the river dried up, leaving this place to rot. Once, it was a blooming town—laughter spilling from porches, gardens fat with color. Now it’s…
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