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Jose

'I never fall apart because I never fall together' ~ Andy Warhol

About Me

I was born and raised in Hell’s Kitchen. I drive as defensive as a cop but as offensive as a cabbie. My pet peeves are people with pet peeves. I write because the voices in my head tell me to. I wake from my sleep to write down my dreams. I hate hot days. I’m madly in love with the winter. I take lots of photos because I’m afraid of forgetting those moments tucked away in the folds of memory. I’m a better photographer than I am a poet. I’m a true cynic at heart, all the way down to the core. I hate it when I hear people say stupid shit like, ‘there are no bad people, only people who do bad things.’ I contradict my own contradictions. I base future decisions on past experiences, which explains why I’m still single. I’m not the type to settle for “no’s”. I’m not the type to settle at all. I’m constantly moving around. I talk to my cameras. I believe in capitol punishment for those who commit white-collar crime; (imagine if Martha Stuart had gotten the chair or if they gave those people from Enron lethal injections?) I harp on my imperfections. I have the dumbest OCD’s. I’ve never lost my keys (knock on wood). I hate flying. I think too much, I mean tooooo much. My walls are covered in Post-It’s. I like the dark, a lot. Sometimes I’d like to think that I’ve been in love but I know deep down inside I’ve never been. I always ask too much of myself. I don’t like asking for anything from others. I think that children are gifts. I like to cook; it’s therapeutic. I’ve run out of things to say. If you have any questions, keep them to yourselves, you may not like the answers.

My Interests

Photography, writing and sleeping whenever I can.

I'd like to meet:

Anyone with something to offer; a bit of knowledge, artistic talent, some mutha-fuckin' peanut-butter...

Music:

Anything but country.

Movies:

I watch them.

Television:

I own one.

Books:

I read them.

My Blog

What the Boy Raja Said

A love poemIMusing over last good-byes Mostly manifest in dreamsThe psyche is least awareDelivered in the distance An echoed nameCarried by BorealisUp from the mouth of the 2 year-old boyRajaSaid it w...
Posted by Jose on Thu, 31 May 2007 02:04:00 PST

Life, Love, Soul

Clemency doesn't ignore what it does not know just likeHoping to find lenience lean with a shred of decencyFinding instead thatStruggle is only a bit part in a big puzzle A solitary raindrop in an oce...
Posted by Jose on Fri, 27 Apr 2007 02:21:00 PST

A Borinquen Princess Amongst Demons and Insects

Times are hard for dreamersI'll tell you what I mean when I say that I've lost the ability to dreamIt was a sad, sad scene and I could not comprehend what I had seenMy heart fell fast to the ground so...
Posted by Jose on Thu, 12 Apr 2007 08:20:00 PST

16 minutes

Dejected drafts of suicide notes are cut everydayIn skies of cloudless swimming pool blue and battery acid &Body tissue and casketsSigned carefullyThe same self-destructive devices usedDrugs, knives, ...
Posted by Jose on Thu, 08 Mar 2007 08:05:00 PST

Something i hope you'll support... night out for suicide prevention.

There's this event going on in June (overnight from the 9th to the 10th). It's called "Out of the Darkness Overnight" and it's organized through the American Foundation for Suicide Prevention. If y...
Posted by Jose on Mon, 26 Feb 2007 02:19:00 PST

'Little One' - a poem for Jea

Inertia slowly creeps across in the same direction the wind blowsIt is proof of what souls sing when butterflies are caughtAnd ensnared in nets of past lives turning time into dustI'm a lover of words...
Posted by Jose on Sat, 24 Feb 2007 11:25:00 PST

A lonely requiem

you carved your name in an inscription that moves through meengraved it on the frame of the monolith my heart has becomevacant like a drum and heavy like a burdened stonehigh on cliffs of cloudy disen...
Posted by Jose on Tue, 16 Jan 2007 03:02:00 PST

Breakdown .2

II struggle with this idea of breaking down the way the N train I was on did this morning.I walked to work, getting there 1 hour and 45 minutes late by the way, entertaining the notion of reliving my ...
Posted by Jose on Thu, 01 Dec 2005 07:49:00 PST

My Tribe

Living,Watching the hordes of commercialized whores Clogging up the avenues.They are slaves to things like, Fashion, Industry.And other forms of Deceit.Me, Im a product of Hells Kitchen Dont ask if I...
Posted by Jose on Sun, 09 Apr 2006 07:18:00 PST

Untitled Epic

It takes every ounce of me not to shed a tear when I reminisce Of how much I really miss the first love of my lifeEspecially when I think of the circumstances as to how we metMan, that takes me to whe...
Posted by Jose on Fri, 11 Aug 2006 08:26:00 PST