Day Of the Dead

Wake Up!
the bells of arrmageddon are tolling.
the heads from the guillotine are rolling.
the Dark Age ahead is strolling toward us.
and in the blanket the bohemoth stirs.

the shit will be hitting the fan. i hope You brought the protection.
les dije "el fin es aquí."
dijeron "te no escuchamos"
"quiso saberte que si no sueñas de un principio, despues el fin ya vino"
y todovia dejeron "no escuchamos esta vienendolo."

Count 'em Up

1. if at First You don't succeed, try try again.

2. fool me Once, shame on You.
fool me Twice shame on Me.

3. Third time's the Charm

4. round now it becomes Grace and Dumb Luck.

ley lines

this is the story of lines crossing. the crossing of the lines of people's lives. these lives crossing but and tangling, but never meeting, never running and laying together.

could her relationship mean more than our love?

could i have let her relationship mean more to me than our love?
could i have let that opportunity just pass?
could i really have missed that?
how could i ever not let another moment go by without seizing it,
after missing that opporunity?



the leaves are out
terpentine serpentine
heater coil's got You sweatin' in the back seat
break up like salt snow in a wheel well

Eres que comes

Protien, that which is the basic building blocks of life, the material that the body is made of, becomes stamped, it carries a signature of the protiens that are consumed to reinforce it. each protien carries it's own signature. so were i to eat a cow, the signature from that protien would be marked on the protiens of my body. what i eat, changes me. i am what i eat. so are You. if i get out my micro-scopic vision and look at Your protiens am i going to find millions of little golden arches? that red pig-tailed Wendy stamped on the building blocks of Your very being? and i'm sure it's not restricted to food. what ideas are You consuming? what abstract notions imprint themselves on Your very being? what shit are You being fed? and are You eating it? do You gag, like a mule smuggling heroin supositories, but swallow anyway? have You any inkling that by swallowing the garbage that people feed You, You become nothing more than garbage Yourself. GATORADE. What Garbage is in You?

¿Que quieras?

¿Como haces quierer vivir tus vividas?
¿Que pone un sonrisa en tu cara que del interior profundo de ustedes?
¿Que viene del interior profundo de ustedes?
¿Quiene Eres del interior profundo de ustedes?
¿Quiene Eres a partir de un extremo de el mundo al otro?

El Fantasma de Cielo

Necisito decir a todo el gente sobre los fantasmas. Estamos por todas partes, ante y tras nosotros. Estamos Los fantasmas qe estan con viviendo. Esos almas no habia habido a cielo. Cielo no es por los muertos que no salen éste mundo moren. Los muertos queden ayudarnos el viviendo hacer cielo aquí en tierra.
Algún gente tienen miedo del fantasma pero conozco los murtos y hay nada de tener miedo. No debé buscar del mundo con solo sus ójos, porque hay más sureso en éste mundo que buscamos con nuestros ójos.
Lo tienen todo espirit y alma que son sus naturaleza verdad y cuando les hablamos, debemos hablar con nuestros alma.
Tambien el clima y el elementos son espirits que son muy poderoso. El sol, el viento y los nubes todos pueden hacer o romer tu dia. Cuando un vieno fuerte viene para le puede hurtar su energia sí está un espirit malo.
Pero la llova es amable es n espirit gentil que da vida a todo los animales, y los plantes en éste mundo.
El Sol es como un padre que no viviremos sin, pero a veces el sol nos quema.