139 Acres

Room and Vodka

Herman, a member of a common duality, a neo-human created under a new unsteralized evolution, imprinted with traits of knowledge and truth, ignited the bottle rocket and stared at the flame. Insights to know thyself, no permeable difference.
Shatter matter
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Pulped in slandered, the raged machine migrated north. Squashed by the liters of Xen Chi, fighting the insects flying through his sight, TWIGHLIGHT chorus of the left foot, corked and yellow.

Yell at the moon for being a circle. Eat the engraved jam formed into man.

-Bahosky, be quiet!
-Heretics all of them, and dancing at the speed of a bee. Move the beers down to the next crater.
-Stop moving.
-Okay, I'll pray for once.

TIFOSI MEXICANO

Chocolate

Con la cicatriz del universo
La cucaracha decidió salir al sol
Esperando escuchar una pequeña
Voz de Avión.

Esta con ustedes el perro Feroz
Boliches de líneas rojas
Gozar sin limpiar
Roberto subió al árbol.

Despacio con mi quesos
Pescado con madera de Talapia
Amorosos tigres de flor pasmada.

Defiende a los duendes.

Howling at the Moon

Dreaming to realize drops of
Oil floating in happy keens, blinded.
Drums dispersed in fizzer boxes
Lights to blind the coarse set of decisions
Classical windows opened as an ode
To space by the innocuous pull
Waiting for the inertia to resist
Alive to kiss the Americana
Nerds crossed in bones
Smiling asleep

5

Terry Gilliam
Darren Aronofsky
Michel Gondry
Paul Thomas Anderson
Akira Kurosawa

Miró
Remedios Varo
Pedro Coronel
Walt Disney
JM Basquiat

Dylan Thomas
Hunter S. Thompson
Charles Bukowski
Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
Timothy Levitch

El Mago De Oz

Being trapped underwater, fed through an oxygen tube, blurred by the mucus, inside of your impending mind. The Diving Bell sinking into the secret abyss only saved then by the flapping of affection, clears a path for inspiration. Butterflies alike, Julian Schnabel creates a definite world of imagination and dreams to come, as his power to direct the viewer into the single eye of golden darkness makes me laugh. Enjoy every moment as if death were around the next second, corner, light switch, handshake, or carefully calculated drive. Basquiat says it's not SAMO, just morbid acensors of space collected for a cent. Felicidades. Aligned masters to come for the future wait for no memory.