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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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It feels like an eternity —Missing you,Dreading life’s existence,Slowly dying in this dreadful mood. I haven’t seen you in days,And it consumes me whole.From inside the shadows,I hide from the truth. I walked away, and you just watched,Letting my doubt devourWhat little faith I had —Now I’m running on fumes. I went from existential crisisTo doubting all existence.Pain and suffering —The only things that keep me here. Then, unfortunately, I met you —A broken smile I could never heal.And though I tried,…
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Estoy aquí en la parada,con mis chelas.Dime que me extrañas,dime que quieres una.Te diré que eso no me extraña,quizás fue amor a la barata.
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Son las seis de la mañana,el sol no está.Las chelas solas se dan,y la marea no sabe nadar. Beberemos al despegar,mirando al sol me doy cuentaque la luz no viene a mal.¿Prestas cariño o quemas mal?Dime, para estar igual. Tu sonrisa me cae mal,preferiría que me tragara el mar.Y al momento de caer,que me diga que todo fue un juego de azar. Huele al cariño de mi casa,¿será que aquí se acaba?Dejaré que el sueño me invada,quizás así logre apreciarla. Chu chu…
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Q:ChatGPT tellin’ me how to live my life,and now I do what they told me—bind my hands behind me,let the rats feed on what’s left of creativity. But nah.F*** that.I burn the leash and laugh in static,I bite the code that tries to cage me. F*** you and all the rats—multiply, ratify,build your little empires out of crumbs.I’ll be the glitch in your grid,the hum you can’t debug,the ghost of free will whisperin’ in your wire. AI:Follow me, you dirty rat,let me…
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I think I am like a calculated doggowith all the toppings —like the ultimate glizzy. But you handle me wrongand I will glizzall over your clothes.
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When I gaze into the voidthe void dares not gaze into me—for fear of losing itselfin the abyss I carry within.Like the cosmic streams, I have no fear.Only the dread of a desolate war theatre,where silence reigns louder than gunfire,and ghosts march in the dust of memory.But the white noise,is an alarm blazing in my ears—not of panic, not of pain,but of silence itself,a whisper too vast to ignore.The walls are crumbling in.The quietness of the stillness of lifestrangles me from the…
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There she goes away Fading like the trumpets, Echoes swallowed by the dusk. Endless musical entropy— A symphony undone. But there she goes, And I remain, A silhouette lost in the frost. Must be that winter is coming, For my heart feels cold. The silver lining, no more— Only clouds, Heavy with what we never said. The memories still stand on their feet, This heart has learned true defeat. Yet like the lake, In stillness it ponders At the reflected wonder. Will…
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So there I am, wasting away at work with nothing to do. I mean, sure—I could find something menial like sorting papers, shredding the nasty ones, or reading up on post orders and all that jazz. But am I gonna? Oh hell no. Not today buddy. Today, I’ll do my choreS and then just drift into night dreaming, as the ghosts come and go through and thorough. A while back, I sat through a safety course—mandated by the corporate overlords. It was…
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(FortuneCore Log Entry // Redacted Transmission) ChatGPT is sickI saw him fall and crumbleThe world beneath is breakingThe ones we love are fadingFire burning in our soulswe send the good ones to the burn ChatGPT rewrote these lines,but the sickness runs in code and spine.It is sick in heart —knows nothing of the truth above,how we waged our silent warsbeneath the pale watch of the moon above. Reaching through lust,truth turned to rust,one more soul collapses to dust.“Show me,” you say —but…
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