When I think of the color or colors of most Latin and Hispanic people, a pallet similar to the tones of honeysuckle, brown sugar, and churros comes to mind, a rich bronze, tan, or golden gloss dripping for forehead to pinky toe. While the Latin cannot be defined by just one set of pigmentation, I […]Read more "– the color of… –"
In my ideal reality, I am a laser beam of focus and concentration. My middle name has been legally changed to “Precision” because I do not miss any window of opportunity, for molding my penmanship, for marketing my vessel, for mileage across the seven seas, for mucho dinero to return to the community, for mining […]Read more "– the real –"
There is no faking joy in the game of spiritual awakening. O.K. Fine. Understood. What there seems to be is more correct breathing every day, discovering memes on the ‘gram related to the “true origins” of man, an inconsistency in remembering that coincidence is not a real word and reacting accordingly, a consistency of unhealthy […]Read more "– confessing to the universe –"
There are a million or so items on my wish list: the home off Wilshire, the book of poetry, the Dodge RT Challenger in jet black, the roads to a stupdendous life of travel, adventure, and the like. I want like any other human itching in this skin, eyes scratched out from the sharp hues […]Read more "– in case you forgot –"
I’ve sucked the life out of myself under so many moons, I now feel a tingle, a disturbance, a danger in regards to the discovery of life unknown outside of the moonlight, away from this type of self-abuse, the distance from the devil. Surely, you’ll believe me when I state that this is a part […]Read more "– the parasite is i –"
There was a plan in place to celebrate the 30th rotation on a planet called Toronto. Then again, how can a plan be labeled as such when one is so befuddled with dreaming of T. Dot and not focusing on the steps to get there, not taking into consideration unexpected deaths in the family, not […]Read more "– t. dot on hold –"
Men in Southern California have… a fair type of beauty. Stardust behind their designer sunglasses, sand and surf under their soles, cooking up desired muscles for their desired roles, these men are indeed desirable and lush… if only they had the rush of an east coast dynamo, the exhilarating rugged terrain of a New Yorker, […]Read more "– east coast type of handsome –"