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He reached into his pocket,fingers grazing cold steel.This was it.No turning back now —you bitch boi, he thought. He stepped forward.But it felt like miles of concrete stretched between them.Eyes locked.Mind fraying.Hand trembling. Can I…?I have to. A shot rang out. He hit the subway floor —memories flooding in like smoke. I was never a…
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un proyecto de cumbia tumbada que hice con chatgpt 🌹 Puente – lloriqueo Y aunque no estés conmigo,Sigo oyendo tu voz,Grabada en el viento,Pensando en tu amor… 🎶 Verso 1 Yo siempre supe,Que mi amorcito eras tú, mi LupeY cada día que pasa,Otro día que el deseo me atrapa 🎵 Gancho Ehhh ehh… amorcito amorcitoooEhhh…
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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…
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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…
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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…
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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…
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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…
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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…
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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…
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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…
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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.…
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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…
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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.…
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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…
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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…
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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…
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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…
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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…
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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…
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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…
