The Mezunian

Die Positivität ist das Opium des Volkes, aber der Spott ist das Opium der Verrückten

You Fucked It Up

You fucked it up. I warned you not to do it. But you did. You were s'posed to be Mr. Jekyll, ¿remember? ¿Where did you hide? You were s'posed to say hi every morn, but look @ how low the quotas are; you were s'posed to keep calm e'en under the glare o' a ticking […]

Posted in Crazy, Poetry

Die Anti-Haiku

Buddha could not be more wrong: Though we plug ourselves tight together, We are not compatible.

Posted in Poetry

VIVE COME UN RASTRILLO Y UN HOMBRE JOVEN

1 day walking I saw a guy raking up my leaves. I punched a motherfucker. No, I didn’t. I lied. I wasn’t e’en walking. I didn’t want to lose my warm blanket. But the leaves were raked, either way. I haven’t seen them since. They’ll be OK, maybe. (dot dot dot) ¡Itchy blanket!

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Only in the Night (SOMBRAS DULCES SE APODERA DE MI MENTE)

Accompanying music Only in the night do I feel full, where the darkness cuts the light stark clear. Sparked awake by th’sugar treats: jangling, cooing, thumping melodies. * * * Accompanying music But then the moon must always fall, revealing all the messiness. Warped from the ghost with th’world on strings to choke on millions […]

Posted in Metered, Poetry

TODO QUE TOCO… EMPIEZA A FUNDIRSE EN MIS MANOS…

Accompan–¡phhh! ¿Can you believe this cover exists? ¡It’s so bad! Too much too much too much too much too much too much too much too much too much too much too much too much too much too much too much too much too much too much too much too much too much too much too […]

Posted in Crazy, Photos, Pictures, Poetry