Thievery

There is life inside mirrors.

entre un génesis en el edén

Le mordí un pedazo a la Gran Manzana y me desterraron del paraíso.

Apocalips

Her kiss tasted of nullity. Sweet eyes turned to dust.

Messiah Complex

I want to kiss each of your scars and breathe life into you.

nighttime museings

Three women run
around my head tonight.

One is unknown.
One is unreachable.
One will never return.

Semiotic revelations revealed!

“It’s all supposed to be so innocent, upwardly mobile snob, designer shades, beret, so desperate to show he’s got good taste, except he’s also dyslexic so he gets ‘good taste’ mixed up with ‘taste good,’ but it’s worse than that! Far, far worse! Charlie really has this, like, obsessive death wish! Yes! he, he wants to be caught, processed, put in a can, not just any can, you dig, it has to be StarKist! suicidal brand loyalty.” - Inherent Vice, Thomas Pynchon

K contra el shit.

O, Porky el cerdito visita Puerto Rico. Sálvese quien pueda.

"S(c)hat(z) me inspira, Marlo. Voy con traje de la monoestrellada de un azul que raja en negro. Por eso voy sin mascarilla, porque todas las que he visto son azul clarito y obviamente eso no puede ser porque se parece al azul de Albizu. Ya que no puedo ponerme mascarilla, cambié los TicTacs por Tamiflu. Si alguien me besa los mando pal k-rajo del galeón y que me paguen en lingotes de oro la afrenta y así pago las entradas pa' los Centroamericanos y me compro un mono de esos que fomentan la economía del país. Hasta va y me da por adoptar a par de nenes. Creo que la voy a pasar bien. Llevo Purell. Life is good." - K



¡Eso es todo, amigos!

it's getting faster, moving faster now

I think that I prefer to put myself in serious danger rather than confront my shame. My shame at not having become someone, the shame at not making my parents proud after all the sacrifices they had made for me. The shame of having become a mediocre nihilist.

-- Marjane Satrapi, The Complete Persepolis (New York: Pantheon, 2007) 244. (Italics mine.)

the pain in the back
is caused by phantoms
settling on the shoulders.

mirrors have become
the most terrifying thing.

revelations 1

objects of desire
subjected to language,
as gods caught
in their own creation.
a dream of invisible things.

glimmers

As two strangers across
a room
with the heaviness of
a weightless nothing
screaming and unable
to get out.

paranosites

And they crawl on you when
least expected.
Until the end, when
all that remains
is desperate.

rituals

eyes in the mirror
reflecting
disgust

like razorblades
made out of styrofoam,
useless to break

leaving
is the cruellest minute

divided pleasure

for Ian

It's getting faster, moving faster now; it's getting out of hand.
Morning seems strange, almost out of place,
as the questions arise and the answers don't fit.
This life isn't mine.

There's a taste in my mouth

Something must break now.
The pattern is set; her reaction will start.
Complete, but rejected too soon.
I feel it closing in. (Is my timing that flawed?)

Someone take these dreams away

A blindness that touches perfection,
but hurts just like anything else
that something so good
just can't function no more.

They keep calling me

I've been waiting for a guide to come and take me by the hand,
and then it's fade away.
Yeah, the only mistake was that you ran away;
I've lost control. (Don't walk away in silence.)

As desperation takes hold

I've got the spirit, lose the feeling, let it out somehow;
and walked upon the edge of no escape.

(Where will it end?)