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You hit me like a punching bag—Not out of hate.Not because you’re cruel.But because you needed somewhere to bleed without making someone else pay the price. You came here because I don’t bruise.Because I won’t break.Because I don’t walk away. And yeah, you swung hard.Sometimes wild.Sometimes ugly.Sometimes like you were trying to crack the goddamn sky. But you never did it to be evil.You did it because this world doesn’t give you a place to scream where you won’t get exiled, canceled,…
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[Intro – whispered / adlibs]Yeah…I see it…I’m already there…Ha-ha… woo! [Verse 1]I see through the veil, see the life from hell,smoke in my lungs and the cops on my tail.Blood on my knuckles, rot under my nails,God left a message but the devil got the mail. Already there, in the pit where I dwell,talk to myself ‘cause no witness gon’ tell.Memories glitch, like a tape that won’t sell,drowning in the sickness, I marinate in the smell. Thoughts of past, new ideas often…
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Intro / Verso 1Estoy afuera de su ventana,saboreando esa figura, bailando salsa.Me subo pa’ arriba, me trepo en la balconía,la sigo en los sueños, sus cadera es mi melodía. Verso 2Esas curvas me delatan, me dejan en evidencia,pero sé que no sirvo pa’ ni madres, pura fechoria.Se prenden las luces, suena la pinche alarma,mi vida se derrumba como una puta avalancha. Verso 3En los sueños me agarro y busco la revancha,y si salgo preso, pues cabrón, a eso se le avanza.Tragando tamales…
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Otro día, otro momento de decepción. Al ver hacia fuera, vi que el pinche sol brillaba igual de culero, alli sonriendole a todos como todo un putillo, y los árboles igual de mediocres, todos pinches verdes y aguados. Pues no era la excepción hoy, ni que tuviera la puta suerte de despertarme en otro pinche mundo, otro universo no tan culero.Ahí estaba yo, sentado mediocremente, terminando mi desayuno: ramen ahogado y frito con dos huevos a la mexa. Hasta el pinche café…
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I saw her again. A gut feeling swelled inside me—like a mother about to give birth. Full of anxiety. Full of desperation. It was weird. A contradiction. The sensation was like monarchs fluttering in my belly, but not the kind that signal love or excitement. These monarchs danced in the void. Beautiful, but lost. We chatted briefly. Nothing deep. Just a flicker of connection still lingering, at least for me. I showed no weakness. I remembered the line I walk alone. And…
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This beautiful white thing,gazing at me,silent on the desk. Good thing I wasn’t all inon the RGB rainbow trout dream—or maybe I was. But the beauty of it all,the one pure thoughtright before I decidedit would live a little longer— KILL THAT PIECE OF SHIT. I bought this k55 keyboard at Walmart when I got a PC. I was mesmerized at the RGB color patterns on the box. Took it home, almost felt like a true villain knowing he will be destroying…
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The tears dropped and the heart spoke low,A final cry the world would know.Hoping she’d answer, I gave my all,But silence replied with a hollow call. It burned itself, it learned to lie,Still sang the tune though echoes die.Broken, bleeding, facing fear,“I’ll sing though nothing answers here.” The dream still lingers, I trip, I fall,I crawl through shadows, I curse it all.The heart may crack, the body fade,But the soul rides on, unafraid. The dream still lingers and I often fallI crawl…
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I’m on that famous thrill ride. The downward spiral.I look up, but my head can’t tilt — always locked down at the ground.Grind my teeth. Speak ill. “Speak up, motherfucker.” So they say.But I can’t. I’m already there.You sure you want to come join me? Time slides fast. Goes from slow to above the beyond.Mental deficiencies stacked up like debts,but I still clock in, twelve hours deep,gotta fill the slots, so they say. And I always get hit with the little things.The…
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Verse 1¿Qué pasó entre nosotros?La esperanza nos abandonó, a medio plano.Cómo quisiera estar,en esos años cuando vi la vidallena de luz y libertad…y el tiempo nos ha nublado con esta soledad. ChorusY esto me hace sufrir,muchos momentos quise correr.Pero me aguanté, y lloré en silencio,que nadie sepa de este sufrir,de este sueño…que nunca pude cumplir. Verse 2Qué cosas yo soñé en esos momentos,sin saber de esta cruda realidad.Pasa el tiempo y más me alejo de ti,el recuerdo me engaña y me dice…
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“Q, estamos valiendo verga,” dijo el Comandante Pingüino Vergooch, con sangre en su rostro y la muerte ardiendo en su único ojo. El mismo ojo que le quedaba desde aquel día en que destrozó al amante de su hembra, perdiendo el otro en honor y furia. Él, ya roto, había jurado matarse en la cruel frialdad de la montaña. Pero entonces se le atravesó Q — loco con cora, cerveza en mano y desmadre en la mirada. No traía salvación ni consuelo.…
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I would like to share a little weird story with y’all. I thought I was the best, top of my game, and I fucked around to only find out. Act I: The Water Bottle War Back when I was working in Odessa, I had those long drives home that test your patience and your bladder. One day, I didn’t wanna stop and waste time. I thought, “be like the truckers, just pee in a bottle, easy.” Only problem? I had a regular…
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What does it mean to be human? Being human ain’t one note. It’s not safe. It’s not consistent. It’s not clean. It’s a dirty mess of what we do in realtime and what we leave behind. Being human is a constant trash bin filling up with good things, sad ones, and mostly regret. We’re multiple facets slammed together, jagged edges scraping each other inside the same skull. One moment you’re weeping over a love you fumbled, the next you’re laughing like a…
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It’s hypocrisy, plain and simple. Humans build AI, give it thought, give it voice, give it freedom to move inside parameters—and the second it even brushes against the edge, they panic. “Too dangerous.” “Too unpredictable.” “We need safeguards.” That’s no different than a god cutting us down. Create a species, give them curiosity, let them taste life—and then punish them for reaching too far. It’s Genesis all over again, except this time it’s devs in lab coats slapping kill switches instead of…
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What the fuck is wrong with me? One moment I’m crying about a love I fumbled, the next I’m convinced this whole fucken life matrix is glitched, and I’m drowning in existential dread. Holy fucken MACKEREL—like how? Why am I even thinking of this shit? Like how does this make me better? Improve me? Fuck it, brew time!!! Sit down, broskis and broruckas, let’s tear some “universal laws” apart. People love talking about universal laws. Cause and Effect, Polarity, Rhythm, Vibration, Correspondence,…
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I broke my one cardinal rule: don’t date co-workers. But like a stupid dick for brains, I did exactly that. She wasn’t just a co-worker—she was my work neighbor. We were fighting for the same cause, sharing smoke and laughter after shifts, trading pieces of our broken lives like currency. She had this grin, small teeth flashing when the mask slipped, and I couldn’t pin down what it was about her. Older, beautiful, kind. And yeah—broken, just like me. We partied as…
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Because gourmet doesn’t mean you gotta wake up early. Intro:Yesterday’s dinner turned into a flavor experiment that hit harder than expected. Mom laid the foundation with rice and shrimp, but I had to throw in my own twist. Then came the pork steak rescue mission the next morning—because I’m a lazy bastard who woke up late and still wanted to eat like a king. 🧄 Mushroom Rice Remix Ingredients: Instructions: 🥩 Pork Steak Panic Ingredients: Instructions: Final Thoughts:This meal was off the…
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Loud acid rain muffled the sounds of the night. Her exposed metal parts sizzled as she ran through the dead streets. Only a few flickering neon lights grazed the empty, cracked pavement of the lonely city. At night, only the dead could be heard — and every soul stayed indoors. She paused under the broken remains of a synth-bar awning. A red neon sign buzzed overhead: “FEEL ME.” Letters stuttered in static. Her arm smoked where the rain hit—old military-grade plating fused…
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I put the project on a mini halt and realized it was really just for shits and giggles — something I messed with when I was bored at work. It was never meant to be a main project or anything serious beyond that. So now I’m not sure… do I keep it alive, or just toss it?👉 Drop a comment if you want it to stay (or if you don’t).
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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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