June 1st. The world pretty much hasn’t changed. A year ago, I was depressed. This year I’m depressed. I have a tumble blog now.


I still don’t know what I was waiting for
And my time was running wild
A million dead-end streets
Every time I thought I’d got it made
It seemed the taste was not so sweet
So I turned myself to face me
But I’ve never caught a glimpse
Of how the others must see the faker
I’m much too fast to take that test

I moved to Tumblr because of the perks and have slightly more freedom than WordPress offers. I don’t know if I’ll be releasing the blog link any time. It’s supposed to be kept as a log of the events that are happening while I’m writing and collaborating with a friend. We’ll see.

I Wrote something

I wrote something.  Actually, two things. Two poems. I’m gonna go work on them. Edit. Edit. Edit.

I need legal pads and post its.

I’m just speechless


I’m not a looker, so I can’t judge too much on the dude’s looks. But are you f’ing serious? Are you f’ing serious?! This has to be the funniest shit I’ve seen on Craigslist.

Taste the bitter pill of a dreadful reality

The last time I left you, I wasn’t sad. I was on the brink of being happy again. But that ship has sailed in the month’s span that lies between this post and the last.

When is it time to give up on the dream and just stop pursuing it? When is it time to accept reality?

“I know this world is killing you” (Elvis Costello)

Oh it’s so funny to be seeing you after so long, girl.
And with the way you look I understand
that you were not impressed.
But I heard you let that little friend of mine
take off your party dress.
I’m not going to get too sentimental
like those other sticker valentines,
’cause I don’t know if you are loving some body.
I only know it isn’t mine.

“Hello darkness, my old friend” (Simon & Garfunkel)

And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon God they made.
And the sign flashed out its warning,
In the words that it was forming.
And the signs said, the words of the prophets
Are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls.
And whisperd in the sounds of silence.

Alberto Garza, of Edinburg, 52, died at the scene.