Make sure your ankles align with your kneecaps, legs pointing forward as is your crooked nose.
Don’t sweat it.
Your hips open and squared with you shoulders.
Earlobes drooping down like curtains.

Dude Josh, counterpart of Farmer Dan, is not an asexul.

Boo hoo/He was lead on

"I overthink things," touched Josh with a $mug.

I will keep it a secret - dolor - Everthing will be the same.

Everything changed.

El toque frío y suave de tu dulce voz era la ultima arma del malvado Zeus.
Que con un gesto de anticipación y con los dientes rechinando
arrojó el rayo en el par de mi cuello.

"Una falla tremenda!" exlame,
pero un delicuente sabe mas que su victima.

Ya han pasado cuatro años desde el nacimiento de mi entendimiento y no ha occurido nada.

Ayy Tristessa.

El peligro de saberlo todo
y no poderme salvar;
me siento mal.
        
Diecinueve de mayo dos mil dieciséis

Gancho con la derecha a la tripa, golpe bajo por el Espíritu Santo, Holy Spirit me hizo tragar las lagrimas.

Yo puedo ser influenciado por fishers,
"holy" fishers and the druggies,
but I won't do like my father,
that could do all and did nothing.
I only await to be blessed by Jah now.
And in the name of Jehovah Gomorrah is my city.

To myself I write,
"STAY SILENT AND DO YOUR OWN,"
- I swear,
to you I swear, that I am going to be more perfect than nobody else.
"Un Pensador Original: when there is nothing else to talk about, I talk about myself."

(What a disgrace, Geová)

My only goal is to be more perfect than Jehovah.

Right hook to the gut, cheap shot by the Holy Spirit,
Espíritu Santo made me swallow my tears.

I could be influenced by pescadores,
"santo" pescadores y los drogaditos,
pero no hare como mi padre
que todo lo pudo y nada lo hizo.
Solamente espero que JAH me bendiga YA!
Y en el nombre de Jehová
Gomorra es mi ciudad.

Yo solo me escribo,
"MANTENTE CALLADO Y HAZ LO TUYO,"
- te juro,
te lo juro, que lo voy hacer mas perfecto que ninguno.
"An Original Thinker: ya cuando no hay nada de que hablar, hablo de mi mismo."

(Que desgracia Geová)

Mi unica meta es ser mas perfecto que Jehová.

Tengo las piernas largas
Piso Montevideo pero no piso sus suelos
Sueño
Con los pajarros
Y ando por los cielos.

Tengo puesto
Huaraches
Por eso me llaman "El Indio Huarachudo"
Aunque yo solo se que soy
"El Indio mas Chulo."

Me duelen los brazos
De tanto cargarte
Mi espalada cansada esta
Todavia haci mis largas piernas tienen fuerzas
Y caminan sobre Montevideo
Y sobre El Monte Olimpo si quiero.

The gentle chug of your heart challenged the tick-tock, tick-tock of the clock
- I heard it - and I became aware
that the blacks of your eyes, with intense revolutions, saw me as past tense.

In response, the cave of my head opened up wider than ever before in an attempt to make you smile.
What was accomplished was an awful spillage of cream cheese which fell right in front of your feet.

You did smile though, it was an awkward smile but you smiled wider than ever before.
Y ahi tu sin ningun miedo recogistes y comistes mis palabras como si fueran forever-scented strawberries.

IF I AM TO CREATE SOMETHING BEAUTIFUL, LET IT BE THIS.
P L E A. "(SE)ñor Dios Tododestrusoso, te lo suplicó. Haz me el favor y salvamé una vez mas. Amen."

If I drop my phone at the bottom of the ocean, will the dead sea answer my calls?
And if it were up to you,
would mayonnaise still cost $3.99 at the liquor store?
These are questions that need answers to at three in the morning.

But most importantly -
Will my saviour have time to make me breakfast in the afternoon?
Lord knows I love my Cheerios.

Valley dripping of milk and honey.
Chestnut washed lands and symmetrical hills with two temples
burning incense to Ganesha.
A deep cave yet unsettled by civilization.
The environment pronounces "devastation" wrong but the mind
was conquered by a Greek.

Oh scattered freckles like pebbles orange.
It's mid June,
still, Hunab Ku is my one true Lord and red lipstick on brown girls
still turns me on.
So who am I really running from?

At a distance, successful X.O.C.H.
is holding hands with Salvador Domingo Felipe Jancinto Dali i Domenech.
- RAW -

At a distance, a rusted gold coin with exact exchange value of one half dime
buys El Castillo de Chapultepec without a fight,
but who am I really running away from?
You?

Valley fortified and in control.
Beautiful nature: BRIGHT COLORED FRUIT Y FLORES RECIEN NACIDOS DE UN NOPAL
CON UNA CUEVA ENVENENADA.
She is Queen of flowers
- RAW -
Only if that is what you desire.

The Sixteen Sacred Palm-Nuts of Yoruba
all enclosed in my fists,
ready to spread holiness in Uganda and Baja California.

I slept last night at the beach
after a long hike down the Sierra Madres.
(The Blackhawks were facing the kings of the western region tribe of Tongva,
and if I were to be a spectator
the privileged white male would win:
so I didn't want to sin).

No more.

I went to Rent-A-*****,
that sunny afternoon.
To my surprise
it was stationed at the shore.

Those were my goon days when I followed the guru
     Long hair, beaded necklaces, and silk indigenous shirts from Nayarit.
Just to **** Hunab Ku
For you.

"Medium" sized button-up
Tommy Hilfiger fits me big
As if it were an extra large
I don't mind
            I like it.

Green.
Darker than grass
Completely green, painted by an
Indigenous craftsman
From New Mexico
The Apache,

My Fathers.

They painted red flowers.

With orange stars in the middle,
Scattered randomly
        Perfectly
Throughout the long sleeve button-up Hilfiger

The pattern: Strange looking
Orange flowers
                        Geometric
                       ­ I wear it
                        'Cause it reminds me of her.

When I hear FEMINISM, RACISM, SEXISM, IMMIGRATION
or the TORTURE OF A NATION,
my mind cries
and my eyes go blank.

Children ****** waving to their teacher
Their teacher waving back
A grenade is launched
and chunks of her pained memory soar through the windows of the bus.
War just won't stop.

In the Internet,
White-washed Latinos diss their mother's birth
throw stones at their father's graves.
Praise Uncle Sam
Although Caucasians are abusing them because of their skin pigmentation
Oh great U.S.A.
Who incarcerated Madiba and murdered MLK.
Killed more humans than Adolf and now want to buy them.
With a small piece of useless land in New Mexico and Kentucky Fried Chicken.

You PATHETIC CHICKEN
who wants to own the world even though you haven't been here one stinkin millennium.
A decade of power and now you patrol the streets.
please

You can't even patrol your own streets

please

Got some bad news for this one

Who's gonna save my soul now?
Who's gonna save my soul now?
How will my story ever be told now?

Make me feel like somebody
Like somebody else now

I wonder if I'll live to grow old now
Getting high 'cause I feel so low down

*Ain't no love in the heart of the city
Ain't no love in the heart of town

p.s. you're never gonna get that girl.
p.s. you're never gonna wake up early in the morning to run.
p.s. if you do wake up early in the morning and train you'll never make it pro.
There are dudes way better than you, dudes training in college, yeah you'll never surpass them.
p.s. your writings ****.
p.s. what do you even know about psychology?
p.s. you'll never get anywhere close to an accumulated 3.5 gpa in college.
p.s. you'll never find the love of your life.
p.s. you're gonna die soon.

p.s.
p.s.
p.s.
p.s.

This is more permanent.
Something like a debt from past lovers
or a memory that keeps repeating itself reminiscing hysteria.

esto ya huele a flor dulce recién salido de la lengua de un nopal.
No mas no me vallas a olvidar

I remember passing lonely nights at the city fair
Dreaming of a friend who would expand my mind
pass the cliche television shows and the cliche talks thought of only by the cliche, regular people who have nothing exciting to say 'cept how their grandma got ran over by a reindeer.

Now here came a girl who dm'ed me
I like your tweets.
And I had nothing great in mind
The only thing I thought of was, "hey I like to write"
She got excited and from there on I wasn't lonely

Every day and night a new conversation sprung.
Some repeating old stories of depression, Sylvia Plath, and the Beat Generation.
Some stuff like "Yo I dig Aubrey Plaza"
And most of all me genuinely telling her how beautiful she is, how she makes me smile, how I thank God she walked into my life at the most perfect time.

Speaking 'bout God.
I pray He never takes her away from my life.
I hope he fulfills everything she wants in her life,
'Cause she has power soaring from her inner beauty.
Success pours out from her being.
There is nothing in the world that could stop this girl.

You know how they say, "The world is yours?"
No better phrase hits right right now but that exact one.
The world is yours Nezly

*esto ya huele a flor dulce recién salido de la lengua de un nopal.
Nezly, tu nunca me vas a fallar

Mormons on bikes,
What a Wednesday morning delight?
I'd rather be in bed, getting head, making love to a ****.

*Sike

A desert voice cries out
Lend him your ear, your heart
Though we are scattered stones
We're not alone.

I am scared to be successful
to find the love of my life
to be known in this world.

I know I could make it far, soon.
So many unknown people have spoken,
many with credible sources,
have spoken.
And now it's my turn to make it true.

But I am a too scared to be successful
to make everybody's dream my reality.
I lack discipline
but that doesn't define me.
I am just scared to be successful.

Claustrophobic in a world without limits
From the top of the ocean to the bottom of the sea
We fight for oxygen that is free.
We limit our brain and actions to something that is expected
Unexpectedness' is pleasant in the end
But that hasn't happened yet
Only to the ones that are strong enough to be soft spoken
And carry their heart through the woods
Even if it is broken.

Now that I've been thinking
God made a special ceremony to crown Satan
He made him
"The Prince of this World"
It was in all the headliners
Angels yelling EXTRA! EXTRA! READ ALL ABOUT IT!
The demons happy, clapping, sippin' beer and having a good time.

Now that I've been thinking
The human race killed its Savior
And I'm not talking about when we nailed Him on the cross
It was a death no one spoke of
No one heard of
There was no demon in sight having a jolly 'ole time
Nor an angel bearing bad news weeping in the night.

The human race got smarter
For the first time we knew the roots of our creation
Through theories though and conspiracies
We brought out a new movement in each era
Every single empire a monument to **** the Messiah
Oh, we said evolution, science and biology
We said it was all by chance and not a Master of Carpentry
Philosophy
Oh philosophy, you have twisted the minds of thinkers
And through your work you have killed more men then the wars
Cause each single men in your field wanted to get inside the depth of the brain of the God
Only to proof The Almighty WRONG
All that work thrown out the trash...

BUT The Prince laughs
Cause his ceremony had more delight and joy
Yet when we killed our King
No media or reporter recorded Gods death.

Hopes and dreams shattered by reality
I've noticed so many things in my life
Like fakeness', drugs and poor morality

Tortured by my own thoughts of what I've become
I dance it off
Put a smile on my face and stare at the golden sun

I've become an artificial dancer
With a slow dose of insanity
I take my clothes off and perform in the ****!
Girls I (heart) 'em
And walk around carrying red balloons.

Work and study all brought up by my mind
I want to live in the Gold Coast
I want to drink red wine.

Under the influence of giants
Its just alot of different kind of the same thing
Replicating our gods
But its all just alot of different kind of the same thing so it seems.

Maybe we created a god for hope
I know it all started in prehistoric times
For control

My mom she toils and works after coming home from work.

My dad he relaxes and spends his time running in the ocean trying to catch her eyes
But she's too busy in her own lies
Talking to an invisible invincible God.

You will see me working in the factory
It's in my blood
I'm a high school drop out trying to start my own revolution.
With a little help from hell its the only solution.
Or in the streets looking to smell spilled blood
But what am I waiting for...

Under the influence of gods
It's all alot of different kind of the same thing
How are we influenced by giants if we haven't seen them roam the halls
Yet we are destroyed by them as if we were all Mexican ******* ******.

It's all a different kind of the same hardships if you tell me.

I'm tired of technology
It's starting to rule my life
All through the night I'm glazing through my iPhone
All through the night even though my iHurts.

I'm tired of trying to fit in and wanting to be cool
Because every time I try to stand out to be worshipped
I slip like a fool and act like a total tool.

I'm tired of God
Tired of his presence always being there and making me feel like ****
****, I wish we were all like robots and had no feelings.

I'm tired of asking for forgiveness
Cause even through my prayers of sin
I get back, turn around and my mind is already plotting mischief.

Cause I'm borderline insecure and I'm borderline crazy
I don't even know how that phrase goes
"wake up and smell the daisies?"

I see a kid preaching to the nations
He seems so young, innocent about eight years old.
All the people love him but to me he's only a YouTube sensation.
People cry and raise their hands as he prays to the Almighty God.
Its just a show thought out by his dad.

He closes his eyes, speaks a different language
.             and peoples life change
Pours out a nice sermon, dismisses the crowd heads to the back to count his change.

At nights its a different story
He jacks off to relax his mind.
During the day cameramen record him shaking religious grandmas hands without a shame.
(what a well thought out plan)

He asks for forgiveness
But hides his sins, kills birds, and doesn't feel different.

What a nice suit, shiny shoes
A kid dressed as a groom.

I need to be psychoanalyzed by god
No hello
No goodbye

I need to get out of this hole I've dug
Out of the water
And out of the ocean floor
I made my home
Forgotten in the dark
My sons yet to be discovered.

Coffee sips and alcohol rub
Maybe a little bit of ***.
My soul feels put out of time
Like if I'm gonna die young
And my mind is struggling to survive.
The wrath of God
The analyzer.

Every night it's the same dream
Of me leaving this hemisphere
But the sky is the limit
And we're stuck underneath it

See what you wanna see
You should see it all
Space is a perfect place for us all
Earth is nice
It contains billions of mice
But the universe won't dissolve.

The apocalypse is finished
If the earth should die, the universe wouldn't notice
So here's my notice
Live fast while you can
Nine times out of ten
You'll enjoy life better
And to my lover
Everybody's been in zombie slumber.

I'm sleeping with bad news
Or the same old news
On my mind tonight
Because the girl I love is caught in a whirlwind.

She probably got caught with the condoms I gave her so she can put em in her purse.
Or better yet, found out the lies I've told her, which is even worse.
Maybe, I hope I'm exaggerating, cheated on me and got her self pregnant.
But all these thoughts of mine are irrelevant

Because the girl I love is caught in a whirlwind
And all these thoughts are on my mind tonight
Of the same old news
I've transformed to bad news while I was sleeping.

I'm a dark and twisted guy
Who wants to shred El Burnside
With a bullet shot by *******
Like Erik Clapton best said it.

I'm on the Dark Side of the Moon
Smoking Pink Floyd listening to Cudders
Smoke anything to hyphen my mood
I'm a conartist who laughs at everyone's misadventures

But cries when something bad happens to my ancestors.

I listen to psychedelic music to put me on the Devil's Swing....so I can let my soul and spirit sleep.
A dose of ecstasy in any given music festival.
Sasquatch! Lollapalooza, a river dressed as an animal.
But I'm acting like a citizen of planet Jupiter.
Because of the way I've been living.......
I can't get any stupider.

Do you believe in aliens?
We live among you.
We are here to stay and live life like you do.
Fulfill the American Dream
Our parents dreams.

Our parents sweat hasn't come with any earnings.
They toil and toil from dawn to dawn
Just to put food on the table.
But its a fable.
Because they pay the bills and waste money on gas,
there is no room for new shoes, sweaters or iPads.

Illegal we work for cheap labor
Equality has put our freedom under the table.
(because there is none)
Ignorant and lied upon
Politics are the same.
Reading fake literature to make me a little less insane.

America hasn't progressed because of immigration.
Pass the laws, make things happen,
It's our only medication.  
Let us fortify this melting ***
and help the kids help their parents
who have sweated blood.
Just for a little sensation..

Slowly the sun is going downward
To a whole new horizon
To a whole new couple.
The stars are now showing
Bright from the reflection of the moon,
Your face is now shining.
With your future the night owl dances.
It sees a bright future and the trees are now present.

Do they know for what they are cheering?
For ahead of you is a monster unstoppable
The dark of the dawn as cold as the desert.
A new challenge awaits.
A snake dressed as the devil
Who tries to impersonate Gods messengers
Promising riches, fame and treasures.
Do not listen to him but run freely with the wind
Blowing hard until it reaches the end.

Stare right at his face and smile
And scream from the top of your lungs,
You are not the one to mess with
You are not the one.

Fight for your right to dance.
Dance with the night owl and the nights wind
With the branches of the tress
Smooth groove with your feet
Until the night disappears without a trace.

Word spread out quickly
Like a wildfire on a burning summer day
Gospel was caught taking a shower
With Old Testament right beside her
Jesus was the soap and God the Holy water
Ready to clean the mess they did themselves
or just cover up the details or the pages they wrote for themselves.

I followed a firefly late at night
It took me to a path that was rightful
And I was thankful
Cause where the firefly disappeared
A man in white appeared
Showing me his hands and feet
And yelling, "You NONBELIEVERS"

Wisdom has built her kingdom
She has set it on top of twelve pillars
All Killers
Who have ate the meat of the pigs and turned water into wine
And have invited Pharisees, adulterers, ****-heads; all combined.

Then Jesus said
"I'm pretty sure hominins are **** sapiens with back problems."
And they all laughed.

Socrates and Aristotle

Plato is undeniable
Something like eating food in the secret
Gloating on society like a stolen bullet.
"Are we right or are we right"
Or are we like Apollo
Who ride the muse and have love affairs with every girl in sight.

They have no shame at all
All them Freudians and the unconscious
Bearing information that is tied to foreigners
Who would steal and ******
Burn incense to Baal and other gods
Who misleadingly guide us like untamed dogs.

We have evolved
Brought the flies with us and turned them into stone
Patiently awaiting for the next evolution
Or a different revolution to tie us down
Like the gods we are not...