viernes, 21 de septiembre de 2007

Brewed in Holland



Brew me into whatever you want.
But, don't ever rant.
I do wathever I can't
to delight your demands.

Once in a while.
Twice in a giggle.
Nothing says more than:
"I just like to whirl."

Spinning magnetism around,
Physics can kiss my ass!
I'll do it one, two, and three times
And you'll stay by mi side.

miércoles, 19 de septiembre de 2007

I found the Violet City out the window.



Somedays is there.
Somedays is not.

Led Zeppelin sounds out of proportion.
While I prepare the porro.
Ja, Ja, Ja
I laugh because you cry.
These days are wild.
I'll never forget them, as long as I'm alive.
I'll probably change them, before I die.
But I'll keep on writing my unrhyming rhymes.
Devastated smoking ,
and exaggeratedly tripping.
I DON'T care if I'm alive.
I WILL forever die.
You ARE the Catcher on the Rye.
What the fuck do you write?
About jumping?
Don't lie...
You'd drown in my mind.
Serial Killer of the mic.
I don't sing it, I just think it.
Create.
Pieces of pieces of pieces.
Cranes of places that you've tasted.
The tongue of the wasted, passing through fleshes.
Scarring scared skin.
Kissing kissed lips.
Ripping ripped shirts.
Licking licked tips.
I’ll never please the pleased.
Break my ribs if you don’t need this.

Mi morada vida.




Que opinas de los colores?

"Queee? Me estas jodiendo.
Me estas hablando de los colores o de sus olores.
Todos los marcadores de colores tienen olores distintos y mientras mas viejos mejores, son como el vino tinto"

Andy Costa - 1 day before San Franchesco

martes, 18 de septiembre de 2007

Dale Click!


I'm sick, I'm sick, I'm sick, I'm sick.
You're the son of a tick.

Wearing me out with your flicks.
Flicked Flicked Flicked
Take me up to the peak, peak, peak.

Beats Beats Beats
Tie me up with a string.
Propulsion of tricks,
steering my fins...

In...In...In
where I like it to be
Out...Out...Out
persistence of sins
becoming scenes of my film.


Perspirating my vexations,
Recreating through excretion,
Restlessness pleasure.
My only treasure.

Turbulencias.


No me congeles viento desertico.
No me derritas, ojos de hielo.
No me complazcas con tu rechazo,
pues no busco morir bajo tus brazos.

Retirate repetitivamente de mi vida.
Tu ausencia, tambien me da risa.
Invisible normalmente pero,
ironicamente mas visible que el Sr. a mi lado.

El lee sin entender,
el subterraneo avanza sin querer,
y tu me rechazas al saber,
que te imagino sin que estes.

No es incomodo, solo inevitable.
Reencarnas en lo que nunca significaste.
Y mueres en el tiempo orgulloso y triste.
Que me desviste de ilusiones inestables,
y sentimientos no palpables.

martes, 11 de septiembre de 2007

Malinche y su Combo


Voy a re-encontrarme con el futuro incierto de mis pensamientos. Probablemente pierda el control de la situacion en momentos encandilantes. Palabras no existen, muecas inciertas controlan la relacion entre tu llegada y mi partida, pero siempre coincidimos en la adiccion al conocimiento. No hay personajes inestables mientras tengas ganas de mirar al infinito y no preguntarle a la duda si deberias o no.

Post-Data: Conga, Conga me gusta la melonga...Queremos ver a los hombres bailando conga.

miércoles, 5 de septiembre de 2007

The Atolondrometic

I live the life and die the death.
I'll cry and cry but far away.
No word will ever kill my name, so I just stay and let them say.

My constant attention span,
semi-tourettic life,
and repetitive alcoholism; is who I am.
If you disagree with the fact, you're just losing your time.

No "you" will ever change me.
No "me" will ever change you.
Fuck impositions over judgments.
Relax and walk your own way.

About Me

No soy solo una autora... Suelo columpiarme entre diferentes personalidades para darle vida a facetas que no conocia sobre mi ayer, mi hoy y mi mañana.