August 2012
2 posts
hongos
I wrote this after I did a lot of mushrooms. It blows.
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And for all I know “me time” is actually a factory where middle-aged women are pumped out of, blue tooth in ear, fully geared up for yoga.
And for all I know Chris is high as shit watching some show about ancient aliens er some shit about to turn into a zombie waiting for me to slip up and let my guard down so that...
recolección
LAZY BONER PICKING V. CULT GUMP RASH
The side effects of hexavalent chromium don’t include any of the following: night terrors, habitual addiction to picking, weight gain, or cigarette shaped finger blisters. Most of these symptoms are manageable. But, picking. Picking is a touchy issue. The general rule is, “DON’T FUCKING PICK AT THAT.” So, you don’t. Then there are agonizing hours of...
June 2011
1 post
el consentimiento de la realidad
I
In Telfair’s sophomore year of high school, he developed a compound to aid lucid dreaming for a science project he titled Consensual Reality. It took six months of self-experimentation before he found his perfect chemical equilibrium. During trial runs Telfair often slept for days on end. Finding more of an allegiance with his unconscious mind, he eventually became addicted to the dream...
January 2011
1 post
más por venir
The dial doubled decibels and drowned out the howl on a block notable only for noise. The sun forced into the filth of the floor at a forty-five degree angle, burning any ants trapped in the myriad of magnifying glass, broken or in bottle form. Blood frosted the peaks of the ridged glass ranges sprawled across the linoleum floor. The most desperate of ants braved it, deranged by the...
December 2010
3 posts
cinta número uno
FOUND TAPE. TRANSCRIBED TAPE.
B: What is your favorite texture?
H: My favorite texture is an extra shiny see-through sheen.
(INAUDIBLE)
B: Okay, so, how many times do you need to be reminded of forty ounces before you know that forty ounces is forty ounces?
H: The only time I need to be reminded about forty ounces is when I’m getting some Hot Cheetos and I remember the eighty ounces is.....
no me he sentido bien en mucho tiempo
buzzards circle overhead. three black birds circle, sway and stager midair, like they mighta been drunk. like they mighta been drunk, like i were drunk. when i was young, ma told me that these were the serpents of the sky. here to help usher a plague upon the damned. the omen birds. ‘them foul, they only bring a storm and other kinda bad’ ah heard shrieked through them paper thin walls anne...
totalmente jodido (aún en curso)
REALLY OLD. NOT FINISHED. JUST FOUND.
HERE
I felt the shivers move from my left leg to my left arm then to their corresponding right parts. Fuck, it’s cold.
Hey, it’s cold in this aisle guys, let’s move to the canned food section.
Hold on, I want to get some microwavable lasagna.
Everything went dark. I could hear noises like thunder, or gunshots, or nuclear war, or something outside...
November 2010
1 post
felices fiestas
ROUGHLY FIVE MINUTES AGO
Inside a blue and white house was a green room. Inside a green room was a yellow desk. Inside a yellow desk was a drawer. Inside that drawer were three envelopes and nothing else. The first was marked ‘Mother’ and the second ‘Father’. Both held their respective obituary. Both were still sealed. Both were over ten years old. The third envelope was marked ‘Y2K Fund’. It...
September 2010
3 posts
el miedo al espejo
you’re not me. the mirror glanced back overshoulder. a dead pan double take. you’re not me. that phantasm fought swiftly but spoke slowly, the dead dilated gauged gaze searched, swirled, spun, finally set. set, straight unto me, connecting to counterparts, like magnets. it may have been the first time they had noticed each other in a decade. the twins aged and aged and aged heavily and...
es lo que te hace querer ser otra persona
black red and hazel
red white and black
i knelt on pews
pressed purple knees
on hot
hot concrete
i asked
i begged
pickin’ at gnats
with gnawed nails
floating on the foremost layer
of the lowest of my good times
i felt my last
line go slack
veinte más uno costumbres
well he a came in a cussin anne screamin’ anne ah stood, ah sat, ah had myself a cigarette, ah paced, ah drank, ah watched, ah lost interest. it were something ah had seen in the many in my time anne this time it wern’t much different. i looked down a crooked nose at a crooked man speakin’ some crooked speech up at me. ah looked down anne ah said ‘most of the problem here is that ah have less...
July 2010
6 posts
en el supermercado local
I’m so broke I aint even got a coin to flip on the Shrimp Ramen versus Beef Ramen issue anymore.
Yeah, man, well, just smoke this shit, then no shrimps, beefs or what the fuck evers even matter.
Okay, just wait ‘til we get a block or two from here, they have some kind of satellite police station at this market.
Oh. Didn’t you hear?
Hear what? That bird?
What? No. About the layoffs,...
quinta avenida y la calle once
‘ey man, listen would ya?
yeahyeahyeah. i’m listenin’.
okay, so i was sayin’, there’s this market on my block, you know, up north.
yeah, so?
well, i think this place is like, uh, the epitome of not giving a fuck.
hah.. oh really?
yeah man, i was walking down my block the day before i came down here, and uh, there were these fucking pigeons covering the entire sidewalk, you couldn’t even...
cualquier día de éstos
FULLY FICTION
she sat outside. on the street. on macarthur boulevard. she thought about reaching for her phone, then realized there was no one to call. so. she let that same hand that reached for the phone fall to the pavement below. her pale skin seared on the hot black asphalt. and. well. she ignored that. and stared straight forward.
I can deal with this on my own. She looked all the way...
Great art is horseshit, buy tacos
“There’s nothing to mourn about death any more than there is to mourn about the growing of a flower. What is terrible is not death but the lives people live or don’t live up until their death. They don’t honor their own lives, they piss on their lives. They shit them away. Dumb fuckers. They concentrate too much on fucking, movies, money, family, fucking. Their minds are...
burn that shit →
Is Oakland burning yet?
East side. Chicken feast side.
June 2010
6 posts
Slow Days and Long Nights.
Queer and Moaning in East Oakland
purgatorio
It’s about 6:20AM, I wake up in a hangover haze pretending that I’m not still wasted from whatever the fuck happened in the past twelve hours. Just hobble over to the toilet and puke out all of last night. Luckily the violent vomiting episode wakes Jon up so I don’t have to. Shit! Why didn’t you wake me up, you fuckin’ cunt? Do you know what time it is? I continue vomiting, I notice the...
del taco en todas partes
At birth I would imagine your cup to be the size of a shot glass. Maybe, your teen years are spent as the size of an average IKEA cup, gradually you mature into the standard size cups of Walmart and eventually you’re a fortytwo ounce monster cup from a fast food joint. You’re growing up and you’re getting laid, maybe you’re watching Will and Grace, maybe you’re watching Dharma and Greg and...
mascota inteligente
A strange figure stood above me babbling incomprehensibly. It leaned in and squeezed my face. The voice turned shrill and my eardrums could no longer take the pain. I jumped out the nearest window.
Why the fuck are all these assholes at our house? Who invited them? I didn’t invite them. Gus screeched.
Look, I told you we were having a party here tonight. Five times. Five times I tell...
tiro de por vida (una colaboración)
THIS ONE
yeah well i feel like i might have been hit with a baseball bat last night. my head, it’s all, uh, swoll up, hey, and uh where is all this blood from.
you were bleeding.
oh. of course. where am i? how did i get here?
you walked.
did i get robbed…. er something?
probably.
AND THE OTHER
hey man whasgoin on?
…
hey
…
hello?
hey
oh hey
whats up man...
