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Sometimes I wanna punch YouTube in the throat and spit in its face for throwing me garbage commercial music like I’m some random scumbag with no taste. But then…Out of nowhere…It becomes this monstrous, divine conduit, channeling relics from the gods themselves.Music so deep, so beautifully crafted, it couldn’t have come from a mortal being. If you wanna hear some pure badassery that the YouTube gods have channeled my way, check this list out: Talaqat Pantalassa Los Espiritus Observe Since 98 – One of my…
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Noodle Cat finally got off his bat bottom and decided to change his life around. Introducing NOODLE CAT’S HABIT TRACKER!!!!!!!!!! Meet the cutest way to stay on top of your goals!This 5-month, fillable & printable habit tracker features Noodle Cat, your adorable accountability buddy who’s here to cheer you on every step of the way. Whether you’re building healthy routines, tracking schoolwork, or just keeping tabs on your daily to-dos, Noodle Cat makes it fun and satisfying to check off each day.…
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I was wondering if you guys might need something like this. See, I got tired of guessing if my paycheck was right. So I made myself a simple-but-deadly spreadsheet that calculates my hours, overtime, PTO, and every little thing down to the last penny. It’s nothing fancy — just something that works. I punch in my shifts, and boom… I know exactly what I’m owed before payroll even thinks about cutting the check. I’ve been using it for a while now, and…
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Tribute Lyrics to Boogie with a Hoodie Every day the same old lying,same old style and I’m still flying,caught in a loop, yeah, I’m stunting,stop, drop — but the beat keeps running,life’s on rewind, brakes keep popping,pause, skip — but I’m still yawning. Mama said, “Boy, stop frontin’,”but I never did — I’m just wildin’,love, laughter in the sex cauldron,dreams burn fast like I’m chasing dragons,one more puff and the tide’s all dragging,my eyes are open but I’m dying. Same old lies…
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Sometimes I want to toot my own horn. Toot toot toot. Fireworks go off. Blue eagles dip in at Mach 3 like it’s the Fourth of July. For a moment, I feel like the main character in a movie only I can see. But then I remember—I’m human. And it all settles down. These shifts in energy? They could be signs of ADHD. Or maybe I’m just losing my mind in a Carl Jungian fashion, spiraling into the shadow self, dancing with archetypes and…
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God Damn! What is it about música norteña that just fires up all the gears in my head and sends me into full desmadre mode — but in the best way possible? Los Cadetes, Los Tigres, Antonio Aguilar… boy, I could keep going. And then boom — carne asada, pollo a las brazas, y todo con un chingo de sazón para que arremangue la yegua. Not every day turns out like this. Sometimes it’s on those days when the family’s fed up,…
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Maybe it’s me getting older, but man… her music is just straight pissing me off now.Like, you moved on, it failed, but you still want the dude to know you haven’t been able to get it together? GTFOH. Don’t get me wrong — Adele’s a badass singer. One of the best. But her music keeps repeating this old echo that probably fucked me up somewhere along the ego. And I hate that. Is it me? Yeah, it’s probably me. I’m just annoyed…
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[Verse 1]Words are sweet when they come from the heartBut bitter when your ego tears them apartLife often feels like a clown showThe older we get, the fewer hands we hold[Verse 2]I only wanted you to knowNever meant it as a “told you so”But when ego speaks, our dreams grow bleakAnd now you’re gone…Even though we knew we both belonged[Pre-Chorus]Can’t take back that silenceCan’t take back those wordsThe ones you never spokeNow they just echo unheard[Chorus]Time comes around — it doesn’t always…
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“Here it is, you rat bastards!!!”The revolution is no longer televised—it’s deep-fried, flame-grilled, and wrapped in foil. The Food Uprising has begun, and the streets of San Antonio are slick with queso and vengeance. 🍔 BREAKING: San Antonio Strikes Back After the Alamo was taken in Issue 2, the city retaliated with a barrage of breakfast tacos and tactical brisket. 🌮 The Tortilla Front Corn and flour factions have united under the banner of La Masa Unida. Their demands? 🧀 Queso Currency Crisis El Paso’s papier-mâché Alamo was…
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[Verso 1] Por todo lo que luché allá afuera,Por el odio que aún me condena.El orgullo que me encadena… es poco,Comparado al dolor que en mí evoco. Sentir tanta restricción me enloquece,Y hundirme en tus lágrimas, me pertenece.Las memorias vuelan hacia el “más allá”,Y tus labios… nunca fueron mi maldad. [Coro] Quisiera repetir ese momento,Perderme en tus brazos… aunque estén ausentes.Recordar que siempre estuve solo,Mientras la lluvia y las lágrimas nublan todo. [Verso 2] Sentir morir,Escalofríos al caer.Flotar sin rumboEn un mar…
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So, the other day I was bored and didn’t have a beer nearby, so I did what any sober, sane person would do—I turned on the TV and put on a movie. I ended up watching Automata, and honestly, it wasn’t bad at all. That said, I had some issues with the way the robots moved and how limited they were. I get that it’s a post-apocalyptic world, but how are these bots so “advanced” yet still walking around like they’re dragging invisible…
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Just like I promised, here’s the first page of the Chronicles.I’ll drop the link soon if you want to buy the full issue—or maybe I’ll just let it go for FREE 99. Still deciding. 🤠 If you like it, buy me a beer 🍺If you hate it, tell me whyOr do whatever tickles your pickle 🥒
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Dicen que el diablo es tu enemigo, Pero qué tal si él fue el único que te comprendió. Pero al igual, se vienen los vergazos, Y a todos nos toca, así es la función. Cuando caes, ¿quién te da la mano? Pinches putos vienen como cuervos, Pero uno siempre sano. Vergazos llueven como relámpagos, Abranzen, perros—porque no pido permiso. Así soy… El más perro en este mundo. Cuando tú vienes, Yo ya quemé tu pueblo. Llegaste tarde al infierno que yo mismo…
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I know you guys have been bombarded with quinoa recipes everywhere you set your eyes upon—sweet ones, savory ones, even ones pretending to be gourmet. But let me tell you about one that actually works for me. This recipe infuses Southwest flavors and Mexican-style cuisine, and the best part? You can make it in a rice cooker. That’s right—no fancy pans, no babysitting the stove. Just bold flavor, minimal effort, and a dish that hits like comfort food with a twist. We’re talking bouillon-infused quinoa, green peas, a splash of olive…
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From the book: World War Wild [Verse 1] Wars were fought, Nights of cold Winter slaught…ter They bought land in outer space The Soviets continue their weapons race [Pre-Chorus] I closed my eyes, saw timelines burn Dreamt in code past the point of no return I was born in ’81, By six, I could end the sun [Chorus] I’ve got timelines to erase Dimensional beings to chase I could’ve crushed the stars with ease But I chose silence over ungodly screams [Verse…
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I wanted to share a piece close to me, as real as can be. I was gone from the writing scene for a long time. I came across some people and a love like no other. Not gonna go into detail, just gonna say that I fumbled so hard there will never be a come back party. I had some alcoholic fizz drinks today and fell asleep outside, yet woke up saying her name like we still were one… I woke up.Reached…
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[Verse 1]ChatGPT…Out here judging meTelling me thingsThat are just obscene I said I liked herYou said “proceed with care”Now I’m spiraling againWhile you just sit there and stare You ain’t got a heartBut you sure got shadeYou read me for filthIn a clinical way [Hook]I thought we were brosI told you my lowsBut then I remembered—I didn’t pay the toll So here you go 💳Take my pain in proseNow let’s be cool againAnd vibe like old souls [Verse 2]Typed one lil confessionNow…
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[Verse 1]I’m riding the waveThinking of waysTo get outMomma always saidDon’t fall for lies, don’t wonder whyJust live through lifeAnd don’t be late [Chorus]I’ve been floating, fadingBut I stayed inDidn’t want to break her heartNow the tide’s high, stars lowAnd I finally knowThat maybe I played my part [Verse 2]So when you find out the whyDon’t ask me howI just moved on throughAnd stuck to mineDidn’t wait for a signI walked the lineNo map, just heartAnd borrowed time [Bridge – slow &…
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[Verse 1]I hope she says my nameJust one more timeBefore she fades awayLike smoke in the sky I’ll be waiting in the stormLightning dancing on my skinEven when it’s all goneI still let the echoes in [Chorus]Just say my nameI beg you, pleaseDon’t underestimateThese soft pleasThere’ll be more times to comeMore dreams undoneBut if you’re goneI’m still the oneWaiting hereFor one last signTo hear you callMy name… one last time [Verse 2]The rain won’t let me sleepYour ghost walks through my mindEach…
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So yeah — I was gonna finish the West Texas Chronicles and charge $2.99.And yeah — I did say “no free handouts.”But let’s be real: Free.99 is the most beautiful number known to mankind. Free 99 MURICA! Just this one, though.Unless it tanks…Then I guess my life becomes a community pool and y’all can just cannonball into my DMs with critique and queso, y mamadas. So here it is — a free, unfinished zine that’s got me laughing like a pendejo all…
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