A memo to last nights mistake; happenings of a lovesick rambler. |
Steal God's shoes,eat the Devil's breakfast, play frisbee with a halo, poke the eye of the storm, be your mother's neighbor, your father's priest, your little brothers Wii, keep the kitchen clean...
Posted by HUALLANCA on Wed, 20 Aug 2008 07:46:00 PST |
sing it. |
She was ten years old but birthdays never came Daddy alway's lied when he forgot her nameshe never blamed the candle's but never made her wishesshe tried her luck with God but dadevil got her ...
Posted by HUALLANCA on Thu, 21 Aug 2008 06:09:00 PST |
exagerrated confession of a Friendly Theif. |
1. Things I've stolen and not got arrested for. (not in any particular order)My umbilical cord from the operating roommoney from my mothers pursea couple of hands worth of skythe virginity from a girl...
Posted by HUALLANCA on Fri, 22 Aug 2008 07:45:00 PST |
two left feet. ---- work in progress. |
el gallo con su garganta lleno de ampollas no canta... pero sabes que la manana ya esta. WE WILL SING, WE WILL ALWAYS WORK because the morning wakes before us.On behalf of our sure companion walki...
Posted by HUALLANCA on Thu, 31 Jul 2008 12:23:00 PST |
bottomless let down. and everlasting godstoppers |
IF he jumps off a bridge you'll jump too. They'll all jump; but the last tojump and the first todrown.is everyone's fool the lazy bum of the bunch from town This do-nothing, thing thinke...
Posted by HUALLANCA on Sat, 26 Jul 2008 11:14:00 PST |
homenaje a MitiMiti |
Leviatánitas! Las Camillas de Volsci; burlandose de los campanarios de Roma;.Mariposas gigantes que no necessitan volar, caminan con un baston, un flamboyan. Gemelas de La Pelona, bellaltismas...
Posted by HUALLANCA on Fri, 25 Jul 2008 07:45:00 PST |
perrosomos. |
Mujeres saben el asunto antes de oir un perro ladrar; si no es para cagar, es para olerte la papola!!! Esa maldita, PRECIOSA! pedacito de oro, . dice el perro "queiro comerte. sin usar cuchara una la...
Posted by HUALLANCA on Fri, 25 Jul 2008 06:11:00 PST |
Ode to 'Anchovies Cunt' (George Carlin phrase) |
changes channel his soul second hand smoke, cortege of laughter, laughter in his lungs still! Acrid taste after the exhale. Fish tail in corner of mouth.. Syndicated aberrations; the bored venery, the...
Posted by HUALLANCA on Fri, 27 Jun 2008 10:14:00 PST |
onCREMATION |
When invention is the arrow landing at God's sideI'll be asleep resting my voicein your armsin the eartha casketthat preserves like amberWhen invention is the arrow at God's sidename me as i...
Posted by HUALLANCA on Tue, 25 Mar 2008 07:41:00 PST |
someone said something like this.... |
someone said somthing like this. .. ..it is easier to die for your principles then to live by them. then it would be easier to live by your own faults then to acknowledge them as such before you die.s...
Posted by HUALLANCA on Thu, 01 May 2008 04:18:00 PST |
