(I live in Cali, Colombia)

1.  My sketchy run-in with the cute gluehead.
2.  You say you’re armed, my girlfriend says you can’t have my camera.
3.  I guess I’m bilingual, but man do I feel stupid right now.
4.  No, coworker, I don’t feel like sharing with you why I’m going hiena in the break room. (culprit)
5.  What a pain that I don't remember your name.
6.  I ate my brains for breakfast with onion, tomato, and toast.
7.  If my daydreams were broad cast right now your boyfriend would probably hurt me.
8.  You, my friend, are my friend.
9.  Just dropped a drumstick 3 songs into our very first gig.    
10.  No sir I don’t want to buy that gun...oh...what’s that?  You’d like the contents of my pockets?
11.  My pleasant walk to wherever.
12.  Clandestine house-party tonail clipping session.
13.  My beard is doing a fantastic ashtray impersonation.
14.  Beérjá vu.
15.  “Um...did I really just say that?"
16.  ****** moment #247.
17.  Well well welcome to ***** Wonka’s South American silicone factory.
18.  Are my neighbors being cold because they know I puked in their front garden?
19.  Everyone is staring at me...must be time for a haircut.
20. ”Is this who I’m supposed to be?"

The little shnurple speads its wings
and sings of heaven's hellish kings
Adrift on memories future flung
Swinging, belting all eight lungs.
Awash, it never comes nor goes
It just is, what no one knows.
Flicking from the back of minds
Dismisplacing the meanest kinds.

Tick-Wicking prickles
Fig-Wiggling giggles
*** for tat
It neither qualms nor quibbles
Just lifts is hairy airs and sniffles.

This twisted sandman
strangles the sleep
of the guilty mind.
The over-exposed cycle
the why conjoined with I.

Persists, persistant, perspire.

He self-develops in your spine.
In black shadows, as he
dredges through memories
and dredges through memories
and dredges through memories.
All recalled, and in pain
sorted, distorted, and wrought anew.

But never quite to
a wholly dissonant cognition.
For these prints
These prints hold images
impossible to crush
or cast aside.

For there he stands
in his and your own dark room
in screaming defiance of the false.

The light thrown on
He smashes your funhouse mirror
and chemical-burns your closed eyes.