more shows, less travel. |
ive been in town a little more lately, i have my reasons. things are going good lately, just hope i dont find some way to fuck it up. im pretty good at that. been drinking less lately which is really ...
Posted by Pero hay genio en su odio. on Tue, 23 Oct 2007 01:51:00 PST |
unfinished songs |
forever and everim swinging this broken fistuntil the day i lay to sleeplay down numb of recompence no more fear or reprisalor another day in the salt minebreathing thisliving thisbelieve in thisa bat...
Posted by Pero hay genio en su odio. on Thu, 18 Oct 2007 11:35:00 PST |
journal 10-09-07 |
one of the main purposes of my vacation last week was to spend some time catching up on my pages... i did two new pieces and to be honest I'm not really satisfied with them. they may end up getting sc...
Posted by Pero hay genio en su odio. on Wed, 10 Oct 2007 10:24:00 PST |
gestalt/ more fuckin prose |
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a configuration, pattern, or organized field having specific properties that cannot be derived from the summation of its component parts; a unified whole. ..>
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an instance or...
Posted by Pero hay genio en su odio. on Sat, 22 Sep 2007 12:19:00 PST |
the lowest common denominator/ arraignment |
after all of this, after cops, after alienation, after morning after morning of hangovers.... all it took was a rat faced felon to change my view about the direction of my life. in the faces and words...
Posted by Pero hay genio en su odio. on Mon, 17 Sep 2007 01:05:00 PST |
nates non poetically charged tyrade |
never doubt the power of incendiary thought, or be marginalized as a "dissident" because of your social plight or age dem...
Posted by Pero hay genio en su odio. on Mon, 10 Sep 2007 05:20:00 PST |
Retard Nunchuck song lyrics |
for now I'll start with the songs that are on our page.
Here lies Jean Luc Piccard:
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white knuckled, left for dead, these...
Posted by Pero hay genio en su odio. on Thu, 06 Sep 2007 05:50:00 PST |
a letter to no one in particular |
ya taught him how to be pensive, to quiet, to be tranquil, and learn to love the solitude, cause there was nothing else for him. He no longer complains about his stomach, or is mad because he doesnt s...
Posted by Pero hay genio en su odio. on Wed, 29 Aug 2007 08:41:00 PST |
lost in daly city (my vacation) |
got back from SF last night. got irresponsibly drunk for way to many days, lost quite a few hours. i will now post the stuff written in the hours i lost, its kinda hard to read but what i can read is ...
Posted by Pero hay genio en su odio. on Thu, 23 Aug 2007 09:43:00 PST |
drowning on land (bindge) _excerpt |
I'm suckin down liquid with every breath
my lungs exploding, past capacity.
your on the post, could either be glee or despair but either way you cant hold your hands still.
then, my stomach stings the...
Posted by Pero hay genio en su odio. on Tue, 17 Jul 2007 01:12:00 PST |
