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I got home from the night shift at 6:25 AM. I committed the gravest mistake a night-owl can make: I’d taken a long nap before work. I laid in bed, but my brain was buzzing. The nefarious lands of nothingness weren’t calling; the yard was. Phase 1: The Bustello Breakdown I fired up the coffee machine, brewed some Bustello, and went ham. My lawn had been looking like a post-apocalyptic Arby’s parking lot for two weeks. I tilled until my hands hurt.…
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You ever look back at when you were a kid and think, Man, life was a damn fairytale? At 12, I thought the world was all magic and cool shit, no matter how much weird stuff happened around me. But hey, that’s the thing about childhood: we didn’t know what we didn’t know. We didn’t care about the chaos; we just vibed, clicked, and lived in those small, golden moments. I remember one morning I woke up super early, ready to catch…
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Quisiera no haber vivido en este mundo de error, Donde el mundo gira a mi alrededor Y los colores siempre en ardor. Amores míos, errores tuyos… Pienso que las luces nunca brillaron por mi.Por eso cada quien lo suyo. Escucho mi corazon palpitar Pero en este mundo gris En el no tengo razon por vivir… Un abrazo, un beso, Todo lo que sueño, Todo mi deseo.Pero el alba ya viene, Y el gris se va a ir, Porque si el mundo no…
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You are thirteen years old. By then, science has already exhausted its miracles. Faster engines, cleaner bombs, quieter machines. The magazines say there’s nothing left to discover—only refine. Interspatial travel is next. Everyone agrees. They talk about it the way they talk about highways: inevitable, useful, dull. Your life is good. Your parents love you. They give you everything you need. Lunches wrapped neatly in wax paper, reminders to look both ways before crossing the street, goodnight kisses before the light goes…
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Edgar felt a deep, elongated, sharp pain cut into his left side, just beneath his ribs. He exhaled slowly, carefully, afraid that a deeper breath would make it worse. His legs gave out and he sat against the concrete slab holding up the lamp post. The light barely pushed back the dark. Beyond its edge, there was nothing—no shapes, no movement—just the certainty that something was out there, watching him. He tilted his head downward, eyes half‑closed, looking like he was on…
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You reminded me back when I was a kid.I would look at the clock, and hear the bell ring.This time though, you said itWhen I looked at the clock it was 3:14 Only thirty minutes had passedYet I could swear I had been here 3 lifetimes alreadyStuck in the head, or maybe in the drainWhat will happen now?It’s not like anything good ever comes anywayJust another moment I have to bleedOne more tear drop, one more dream deadReminds me when I found…
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Hablé con la esencia del futuro,me dijo que lo mío era absurdo.Y me lo creí, con el pecho duro,mientras el ayer se ponía más oscuro.Lágrimas invaden, el dolor se impone,el olvido es joven, no hay quien lo perdone.Cuando veo al sol, el ayer me consume,y en el atardecer, mi mente se hunde.Cuando cae el sol, al fin soy libre,veo bailar la luna, en un alto calibre.¿Qué pensará mi padre de este desorden?No tengo a nadie que me dé una orden.Quizás al verte…
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1. The Architect of Indifference The Creator isn’t a “Good Father” or a “Bad Villain.” He is The All Equals. He designed the light, the demons, and the fallen angels as functional parts of the same engine. He adores us from the sidelines, but He isn’t here to fix our “booms.” He’s here to watch the data. The smog, the hunger, and the “Why Not?” are the environmental constraints of a perfect, albeit brutal, design. 2. Life as the Sentence If the…
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Inspired by Bluebird There’s a small child inside mewho still wants to be free. But I keep him locked up,far from the world outside. He used to laugh,used to waste whole days smiling,but now he curls in cornersand cries into the dark. Sometimes I talk to him,tell him storiesjust to keep him company. He listens.He even smilesbefore the gloom crawls back over him. He whispers for my attention,but I rarely give it.I tell him life has beauty,but how would he know?I never…
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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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