Unexpected Intervention

Toda my father walked in to me... I cannot explain, but somehow he is a different man. I think things are going to change... we are going to change. I'm looking forward to it already.

I have hope!

Green, the embassador.

Say hello to my little friend!

LA MAS PERRONA!

Aquellos que viven en Tijuana y nunca se han subido a una calafia... no saben de lo que se pierden!

"Calafión Milenario"

Why So Silent?

Masquerade! Paper faces on parade! Masquerade!

Hide your face so the world will never find you!Masquerade!

Every face a different shade! Masquerade!

Look around, there's another mask behind you.

Masquerade! Grinning yellows, spinning reds

Masquerade! Take your fill, let the spectacle astound you!

Masquerade! Burning glances, turning heads!

Masquerade! Stop and stare at the sea of smiles around you!

Masquerade! Seething shadows breathing lies.

Masquerade! You can fool any friend who ever knew you!

Masquerade! Leering satyrs, peering eyes!

Masquerade! Run and hide, but a face will still pursue you.

Stupid Red-pilled Neo-chicken!

The other day, a few months ago, a near miss supposition passed me by. It could have been truth back then if it wasn’t for my D-Quick predictability formation. But now the seal of silenced stability has been broken in the most deceiving manner. Why did I have to answer that stupid test? Nobody appreciates having his mind hacked... stupid chicken, why did you have to cross the road?

...to get on my other side?

3rd Eye Collection

High quality personal value

" Angel tough"

"Piro-landia"

"My non-favorie class"

"Shopping delight"

"It's Saturday!"

"Tijuana, sea of stars"

Wordless Insomnium

Too many things going on these days. Too many things I would like to write about, but I just don't know how to say that I am a horrible, horrible person. I think I should go to bed now... even though I cannot sleep tonight. Why do I write everything down except what's on my mind? Some day I will be brave enough to free myself from this apathetic prejudice and start all over again.

Excess baggage.

May be I’m just insecure… may be I have disappeared. My days were not meant to last, and as far as I've seen and heard I was suppose to make no difference. But hate is no option for me; instead I have chosen the slower path, certainly I owe more than this. Many people believe that accidents do happen... and I'm convinced that many things do, but I refuse to be one of them (no sense or purpose you will find if you don’t understand this). I search for comfort and I find it where I’ve found it many times before… times before will be forgotten.

Don’t you worry fearful me… hope is on the way, just push this button in case anything happens. Throw away those heavy memories… but don’t go anywhere without me.

A TRULY WORTHY OPPONENT

Mister Yoda

The dark side clouds everything. Impossible to see the future is... besides, I'm not so good with the advice... can I interest you in a sarcastic comment?

TU NO SABES...

I HATE MY SELF

A320, the unsaid.

Many things in my head for me to say, but I'm running dry at the moment, that's why there's nothing like this song to say it for me. I've been trying to write lately, allot actually, but the lights are on and I can still see no bright side. This could've been great, but too bad this is nothing personal, it is just a feeling I had the other day, and I have still... enjoy!

A320

There is a place I’d love to go

Strangers takin’ me there
I dream about the day I learn to fly

I’m afraid of aeroplanes

Even though I like the way

That it feels to be a person in the sky

It’s alright

And it’s good

This time

I look out and on the ground

Really don’t believe it

Gravity can pull me from this height

One day we’ll come crashing down

What will I do?

Never had a chance to say goodbye

Close my eyes and hope that it’s

A real smooth flight

This time
Close my eyes and hope that it’s

A real smooth flight

And it’s good

This time

I look down and on the ground

I look down and on the ground

I look down and on the ground

I look out, we’re going down!

I got to go now… I have to fight the future before it comes back again, that’s why I don’t like it when it rains. No wonder why the FOO's are FIGHTERS.

I am afraid to live, but I refuse to die!

If you could only see with my eyes, even for a little while... you just might understand what it’s all about. I wish that things were different, just like everything else... just like everyone else. I am sad... I am not use to saying this, but I am I just want to die to live again. I wish I could talk about this with my friends… I wish… I wish!

Too ill to sleep. Too tired to stay awake!

I don't feel the sickness yet, but it's in the post. That's for sure. I'm in the junkie limbo at the moment. Too ill to sleep. Too tired to stay awake, but the sickness is on its way. Sweat, chills, nausea. Pain and craving. A need like nothing else I've ever known will soon take hold of me. It's on its way.

North Corner...

Una gran dia para no olvida.. sin mariconadas!

Mom! Dad! It's evil! Don't touch it!

Why do we fall? (yo soy el fotografo!)

Today was a day too good to be forgotten. I’ve realized that it is not only what we have inside that makes us what we are, its also what we do that defines us. Yes… I took that line from one of the two movies I went to se to the theatre today, but somehow I wanted to flag this moment.

Its times like these in which I start to question old decisions, like the once taken in order to bury times that are no longer present in order to keep them from being part of a certain future… my future. But not all of those times were so bad… some of them weren’t bad at all! Many years have passed and it is until now that I’m starting to realized that, and I ask myself why all of the sudden, from one movie to the next, I’m starting to stop missing what it’s like… to miss something. Even for a very brief moment I felt somehow… acceptable. What was that? The weather---Pbbbah! Very peculiar. Don't you think? Yeah. Looks like the winds are changing, Ahhh. Change is good. Yeah, but it's not easy. I know what I have to do. But, going back means I'i1 have to face my past… I think somebody should hit me with a stick in the head!

I would like to end this day with an appreciation from the very bottom of my auto-ignored heart, for making this day (one as ordinary as my life) one too good to be forgotten.

Thank You.

Gate 67: "the state of things as it was before."

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Many years have passed, and I have just found the term I have been looking for to define my Status Quo: I am simply... unacceptable!

Intelectual Disappointment

Last week I was discussing with some of my classmates about technophobia and how technology affects the life of people. I remember mentioning something relevant to the conversation, some incident that happened during the industrial revolution back in the 18th century, when some men feared that the machines would replace them, raging against factories and destroying everything across they’re path. The next thing you know we were talking about bees. Since I had to do a work on bees a few days before, I mentioned some interesting facts that I learned about their lifestyle… I don’t even remember exactly what I said at the time, but one of the guys asked me how did I know all of that? I answered that I found that info in the Encarta encyclopedia. That answer seemed to make an effect on him, like it was the last thing he expected to hear from me. After shaking his head for a few seconds, the guy said: -What? I am so disappointed in you! I respected you, but now… now I know you are nothing but a fraud! All the things you know… you’ve been reading them from other places all along... you damn cheater!- I was instantly astonished by such accusation, and not because it is true, but because that points to the fact that he tends to get his knowledge elsewhere. That situation really got me thinking: all the things that he know, where does he get them from? Observation, experience, what other people say, a higher level of spiritual consciousness…? I really don’t know, but I do know that however it is… I wish I could be more like him.

The Butter Incident

The other day I opened the frigerador to grab a butter bar because I was about to have pancakes for breakfast. Even though there was one that was already unwrapped, I decided to grab a new one because of its perfect shape. By the time I finished with it, both bars were unwrapped, used and shapeless... they pretty much looked the same at the end. Looking at the consequences of such decision made me wonder: Why did I do that? Why couldnt I just picked the unwrapped one and left the new one alone? That was no good deed, the problem is that if I could turn back time I would probably do it all over again... and why? I guess that's one of those things I will never know...

I am recording my history now on the bedroom wall... and when I leave the landlord will come and paint over it all!