let's...

why not...?

alone with me...

Where god can't see
away from intent
deviate from devilish...

scheme, it has a face...
how fresh and how resistant I do not know...

Prey...
I see you ran away...
It's more fun when thy're moving...
warm bodies
serving functions...

Ailment anticipation, seen a mile ahead...
but it still sneaks up on you...
we can be so blind when we want to...
Naive is the word of the day...

So lift up from nowhere I have moved on,
but have not moved an inch..

Test me some more, it's fun and sinful...
duality is deserved, and uleashed at will...
Teake me under, take me over
break it open...
revolting...

I'm not here for you, and I know...
you are not here for me...

When you see things from the outside...

milk and honey...
eyes raised up to challenge...
focus...smile...take it all in...

I see you climb me like a tree...
like a mountain...
your back is a canvas for mi fingertips...

Out sized...

Your hair falls into place...
Into my waiting hands...
eyes falling...eyes rolling back...

Your lips are bleeding blood red...
I have only kissed them...
you are the abused...auto-erotic abuser...

Let the flame die...
but not the fire...this earthly desire...
when we don't see with light...

I'm drawing lines across your thighs...
around your stomach, mystified...
taking me everywhere, but gently moving...

Now the piano begins to fall...
we are dragged back into red...
and all the blood is electric...
I can feel it run within my veins...
it feels warm...it feels and fills...

Now it's time...
to forget about time and consequence...
just lie here beside me, love...
just enjoy this mess we're in...

Painting by 'Phillip Corey'

...Heavy...

...Heavy...
you make me get up, you make it harder...
you raise the bar...further...
tell me how I taste, now with metal extensions...
assuming these all work, these applications...

Hone this art in secret...
what we do here is sacred and secret...

Partially falling apart...
gradually fading into the dark...
Part two was a revenge, part three is a revival...
and there it is...

yeah...!!
I'm open...
stand back, and hold on...
the thrust is not to trust...
I can't hold then down...
It's not so easy...

Stakes are raised and stabbed into grateful hearts...
of madness this relief comes, in pieces...

flying over the hornets nest...
the label that was once used is not applicable...
then you learn that it is not a test...
and that is even more despicable...
...λ۸gəH...

2420...

ese numero de visitas a recibido el site...thank you for passing bye...I love every single one of you...con todo mi corazon...tengan por seguro, que tanta vibra buena o mala que me manden, sera reciprocada...Shalom...!

Adios...

Adios de diferetes formas...

au revoir, good bye, Auf Wiedersehen, αγαθό αντίο, arrivederci, さようなら, adeus, хороший bye, goed tot ziens, bien jusqu'à ziens, Adéu, Bye bye, Bonne journée, U-hyu'-s-ti, Yadalanh, Ma'as salaama, Gero arte, Ta-ta, Shubho bidai, Joi gin, Ca ndyi, Ñakum ñiway, Adiu, Farvel, Tot ziens, Senebti, Cheerio, Adiau^, Näkemiin, Ata logo, Seavas, Jajoechajevypeve, Aloha 'oe, Namasté, Ya da ma, Bless, Tavvauvutit, Buona sera, Buona notte, 'Ad'iyoos, Ha'uu, Itte kimasu, Hona sainara, Shén, Shalom lejitraot, Viso gero, Mbarawa, Kande tne tíu, A se revede, Bayartai, B'a'tin b'eel, Titotazqueh, De kuday pa aman, Tsé, Até a vista, Sat siri akal, Quine na, Poka, Tofa, Tse ue, Addiu, Nasvidenje, Adyosi, Adjö, Parahi, Adiósibá, Sawatdi, Jema jai yong, Hoscakal, Do pobachennya, Chào ba, Khodankway, Zay gesunt, Kin bin tin nah, Ma chaá, Ngeyavalilisa, ...Ciao

MSTRKRFT

que buen partyson se aventaron estos compañeros de Kimika, congratulations...Mejor party que he ido en el año...haber como se pone lo que resta de el...Se la rifaron como siempre el duo dinamico del Guero y el monchis, poniendo la vibra a todo lo que daba...y MSTRKRFT, ni se diga...son unos cochinos atascados que me hacian temblar bien rico...good times, good times indeed...!


Foto por Pax

en la madre...

saludos a las madrecitas...y a mi amigo el ducati...que cumple años...mi regalo a ellas sera esta magnifica cancion de Caetano Veloso...no me importa si no es apropiada...pero tiene feeling...

Misguided Souls...

If the reach-out was inopportune...
I would gladly pay the toll of these sincere rehabilitation...
take me out back and put another one in my chest and through my heart of hearts...

I feel the softest touch that you could let go...
Just by hearing words as complicated melodies, articulated from the jaded...

We needed change...
and not for bus fare, but for sanity to remain real...
dig your teeth in, but not to feed, just to feel...

This deviated conversation is the bliss that ignorance brings...
I pass from being yours, to being mine, and you are back where you started...

Contaminated taken as a good thing...
intoxicated to the point of bliss...
Take these hands and make a model for the future failure...
Not only expected, but welcome as a learning step...

As I try to read your mind I am reminded by the curious...
it's not important to resume, unless you've thought it through...
Just give me a smile, and I will drown in it with all my pseudo-sorrow...
You'll charge me by the hour, and I'll gladly pay my dews...

Rid of me and this town of dying flames...
and flashes of pasive melloncolie...
I don't need these tears at all...
If i paint your eyes shut, you will not cry anymore...

Not gone...

Just playing hard to get... ;)

Tres Frases...

- Todos es hasta el punto que te lo crees.

- Ya con la luz, ya veo.

- No me hablaron los pecados...

Pay it foreward...

Este post es redirigido al Chuy, por su exelente eleccion de photo...la cual me recordo cuanto me gusta esta rola de Radiohead...

Big Boots (Man o War)

Drift all you like
From ocean to ocean
Search the whole world
But drunken confessions
And hijacked affairs
Just make you more alone
If you come home
I'll bake you a cake
Made of all their eyes
I wish you could see me
Dressed for the kill
You're my man of war
You're my man of war

The worms will come for you

So unplug the phone
Stop all the taps
It all comes flooding back
From poison clouds to poisoned dwarf
You're my man-o-war
You're my man-o-war
The worms will come for you
Big boots
For you
Big boots

Self (ish) conscience

I've hurt you many times before...
and if you let me, I'll do it again...
just shut the door...
you're standing right in front of it...

There are no white lies...
only misleadings...
could you survive the proof?...
with a spoonful of truth...

I doubt you would...





And when we're alone, now it would seem...
the only exit is this pantomime routine...
rehearsed ad nauseam...
if the feeling becomes a disappointment...
serve me up again in this karmic annulment...

Dancing the waltz of tattered cloth...
beneath the silent sunless afternoon...
create diversions, and I'll make up excuses...
take this innocence hostage, the others can be muses...

But they won't dance...
they will not tolerate...
they carry the burden to their early grave decision...

(pic by *betenoir* )

Dirty, Filthy, Rough...

Asi nos vamos a poner mañana bailando, en el Tentaculo bar, con los sonidos sucios de 'Lazaro Casanova', 'Morgan Young', y los ya conocidos Wero & Monchis...Tony Tee presenta...!!! 3 Dlls antes de las 11:00 - 5 Dlls despues de las 11:00...

nunca falla...

Nunca falla, viendo el episodio No' 25 de "Fullmetal alchemist' 'Words of Farewell', sientes el feeling cuando matan al Teniente Coronel Maes Hughes...pero lo mas desgarrador es escuchar a su hija llorar y quejarse en su entierro... :(



pero no me crean a mi...mejor veanlo ustedes...en español...

Grim reaperance...

Seeping, fallen, broken down and on my knees...
seeking the smell of violets and all I find is laughter...
no sympathy for you, my devil, even with that killer grin...
we are not welcome anymore...

Then we went and broke the ice that froze hell over...
over a bottle of cheap wine and a pack of cigarettes...
you said lie to me, I gladly did...

and for a fake moment in time, you shinned with
inner light and that was the last I saw of you...

We went along the border...
we went along for the ride...
Invading different kinds terrain...
all too lose and none to gain...

And the mood picks up and you begin to fade...
we hear drums in the distant exploding sky...
you were once, but will never be mine...
but that's just a symptom of wasting your time...

I drown out the inner voices, and you drown out your friends...
why have we begun the antibody cleanse, while still carrying disease?...

I disagree...

I, I want to feel blinded...
I won't hear you, I've gone sterile...
and it's only momentary, this addiction to pain kills the killers...

Cry of pain formerly welcome...
now its real, not just a pleasure...
where will you hide now...
the evidence is on the floor and walls...

Now I've got to change...
my methods of escape...
the final tear has been shed...


(painting by...
James W. Johnson...)

Leave...

Options, member of this scar clan...
just because you've seen it here face to face...
it won't consume you...

take a deep deep breath...
point me at the sky and let me fly...

This is empty but not vacant...
you can only fill it up with something of the same shape...

So now we are back to back...
with the one who's knife you've just pulled out...
the red flag is up and waving...
goodbye...

Testing savage ways of consciousness...
putting labels on emotions brought out in sleep...

Now sing that silent tune...
screaming at the top of my lungs for advice on forgiveness...

This love distraction...
causes infrared reaction...
rationed out to keep secure, the endless games that I've endured...

So get off of my cloud...
I can't see past your hair...
we go down together...
or maybe I'll jump off before we hit the water...


(painting by
Shirray Langley...)

Wordless Sanctuary

All my minds are made up...
this time...
before I start to run...
I'll see if you cry black tears...

Ruin is rampant among these hopeless semantics...
where does lust fit in, if it's welcome to stay the night...

I guess we'll never know for sure, unless we open our skin...
don't take it personal, they never do...
but it still hurts...

Run like horses made of glue that doesn't work...
it doesn't stick...
like you, you've never stuck around...
long enough to find out what we have inside that is alike...

refuse reuse of repercussions used by others...
take a look through out the landscape...
is there misery still, even when you have a companion?...
total silence...

Take me to that castle in the clouds...
floating without senses to interrupt our embrace...
no moth, no flame...
just essences...

no more pain, it's been transcended...
no denial of lies is necessary anymore...
no more daddy's little words...

helping out hope is sometimes a hopeless endeavour...
it all depends on the angles you play...
letting the pieces fall where they may...
this time the machinist is too busy to care...

embrace...
take the seductive embrace that is given without prejudice...
there is no morning glory hanging from that tree...
only datura stains on your lips...

La ironia no se perdio...

La ironia no se perdio en mi, ayer observava el documental de radiohead 'Meeting people is easy', y me mofe de que en un pedazo se rieron de el cantante Thom Yorke cuando no lo dejaron entrar a un party, y le gritan 'weirdo', 'creep' y 'why don't you write a song about it?". Y pues esta misma noche, me negaron el acceso al tentaculo bar, y mi primer impulso, fue escribir acerca de ello...jaj...happy B-day a la chica Narda...

list...

- the satyricon and the fragments...

- fullmetal alchemist...thank you dptxman for the episodes...

- Tenaculo bar...

Godspeed...

Hermanos, a donde sea que terminen llendo, siempre estaran con nosotros en el corazon...Buena suerte en el Defiendete...!!!

Todas las glorias a Sripad Bhakti Pavan Janardan Maharash...Ki Jai...!!!

Esto es una invitacion abierta a todos, para que sientan el amor y dulzura de un erudito tan puro como lo es Sripad Bhakti Pavan Janardan Maharash...sera este jueves 18 de Enero en el Sri Chaitanya Govinda Sevashram. A.R. de tijuana... sera gratis con deliciosa Prasadam (comida vegetariana...) Los esperamos...Hari Bol...!!!

Moving past behind you...

Dirty pleasure...
smell your body whole...
inches and miles...
the instruments of differential distances...

I would rather walk away, behind you counting rosary beads...
It only made sense once and now it's resurfacing needs...
the taste is unforgettable...
even after living in the past has caused a rupture...

)interuption(

structured falling out...
one eyed reason for the treason...
two faced mass appeal...
duality can never be undone...

this is vengance...
but you'll call it by another name...
desperate times, call for violent messures...

Tourette's army...

this is not the end...
this belief is implanted in common consciousness...
shot me full of plagues without a cure...
this and more is what I deserve...
even with prejudice eyes you can examine...
demonstrate with real science...
how we designate a chemical to every reaction...
within each of these cunning examples of grace are observed...(variables)...
severed and replaced with parallels...

And you didn't think it through enough to seek the requisite vengeance...
smile with the blood still on your lips...
I caused a rainfall, body part waterfall...
only time will dry off these human acid rain drops in pressure...

I only say these things to vertical results...
but they never work like they should...
try out different windows to escape, but no a single one is open...
break the chain, stop the cycle, vicious, vicious hands that take me under...

all that is left is a compliment, forced out because of need of hope...
won't take me under again, this is worth a thousand broken necks...
the only worthwhile address, was spoken in past pretense...
this shadow follows me, even in darkness, it's my harness...
now dig in, the banquet is served...

Now that it's important, the gravity is imported...
from a separate occasion, the only one with roots in reality...
the black hole hit with blank generation stares...
take time in wounded hands and take measures with the tetanus nails...

Blood, river, soil...
human stain reaction...
wake up the past with light...
I will walk away untouched...
unfelt, uninvited, unsung, malinformed...
malajusted, disfunctional, incomplete...
overflow, scars, red is a memory...
sad but hidden in inflicted wounds on those they told me were my enemies...

taste of punishment...

The punishment aproches, click the pic, to recive the first beat...!