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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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