manos de piedra

2006-10-02T14:27:00.000-07:00

K y K Obsession
Se te mayna tupanki
the new tounge
phosphorescent fungi
must find vol. 20 and for that matter vol. 6
cover teeth in bubbalicious and make like a carn
practice golf swing with gourds
Callas' lingering in me bones

2006-09-14T07:55:00.000-07:00

OSAHARA
cortinarius violaceous
wet tipped momar
garbanzo bartholis
summed up in a nut

2006-08-31T09:26:00.000-07:00

Vermontese che'ren
Pigskin puffballs rastars
moose knuckle in a lake
eyes as blue as calcified rock pools
blu berri compote ala pauv
raptor calls
pacified hippie tea
but do you love it?

2006-07-31T15:10:00.000-07:00

sueno en lengua
noche de la picarone
toro canta toro mata

2006-07-20T10:50:00.000-07:00

Everything in moderation
The butcher Shoemacker, is careful to cut the masa away from the carne
A ziploc bag containing 8 lbs of masa was sold-no questions asked. Shortly after the purchase, the masa bag was thrown from the window of a speeding fiat onto the side of the road. 37 hours later, on a code red day, a jogger unknowingly landed his foot onto the masa bag. The rancid masa spread out on the hot gravel and began to cracko.

2006-07-13T21:42:00.000-07:00

The Hnr. Rex Goliath was a 47 lb Rooster
drive with your lobes peeled to the road-
relinquish any hope for humanity-
sustain peace for the sake of the pachamama-blessing
contradic-tion

2006-07-07T17:02:00.000-07:00

i beat the frosty sword and threw it into the corner
somehow it ended up in my bowling bag
there was a layer of iridescent fungi crowning it
the moma leaped toward it- to protect my honor you see
after the flash there was nothing left but a neat pile of mittons

2006-06-22T11:38:00.000-07:00

Sausage Breke
Reyolk your absurd
make like a tacu tacu
plantain opion

2006-06-09T10:49:00.000-07:00

A Profile:
Muc truk
Picapeidras
eating as an artform
tumbling down hills or staircases
curbing overpopulation since age 2

2006-06-07T19:12:00.000-07:00

It all started with Haiku and so it shall continue
absolute: pod life
keeper of the lobe and mound
triad surveyor

2006-05-31T13:19:00.000-07:00

Ritual
It is not unusual to find me "up with the cock"
It is also not uncommon for me to be with a horde of pups-bounding around in the woods
my time is also spent hand wrangling with kittons
I've learned a great deal from my clients and the one that takes the cake is that it' s okay to drool
Live the charque code

2006-05-07T08:20:00.000-07:00

Morning Recipe of a Chachapoyan

Attic Temple
Acid Chen
Budget Deficits
Boosheet
Catatonic
Cum node
Da Grub
Doo rag

2006-04-20T17:12:00.000-07:00

mi miche para oy, que quiero compartir

it is a blessing to wake up in the arms of the one you love-wholeheart.

every life you encounter in this time has a quality to offer you. An attribute or characteristic or maybe even just a quip that you can be thankful to them for.
except for cheaters for you there is a hot pot waiting.

the destination is new mexico.
to live off a cliff and burrow in the caverns.
rub up on shiprock
trip on tucumcari
make like a chee against the tumbleweed

2006-01-24T18:51:00.000-08:00

The Candy Theives Have Spoken
"people should really shut their babies up."
"quitters never lose because they don't try." Emily Stewart
"I feel like I want to smoke sober because I don't know if it works or not" Beth McSomething

2006-01-02T16:36:00.000-08:00

scars

a body littered with references to past pains and too much fun

cat teeth, corroded metal fencing, dog/cat claws, asphalt, a fleshy radiator scrape, needle and ink, and precise bean pressure potch marks

each mark adds age to my meat

2006-01-01T15:51:00.000-08:00

demolition of a bridge
a man runs through a cemetary
horns shouting
an organ singing the cries of the desert wind
a dream played out in film

2006-01-01T15:31:00.000-08:00

placed my money on the enigma
shuffling and throwing weak cuts
eyes set and steady

2005-12-02T11:37:00.000-08:00

Oita noma
El watche meng
Mis comadres, La senia Maria y La senia Edit
La chavela y sus organos que ya no pueden reproducir
Corredores y escinas ahustado con libros
La casa de discos con un nublado de polvo que amenece en la luz del sol
Nos sentamos en la parrada tomando nos unos jugos y desfrutando de los ollucitos frescos del acete
Calle la noche y nos encontramos cantando criollas y chupando sangria
La vida placera, una vida sin preoccupacion

2005-11-07T21:46:00.000-08:00

El Pajaro Loco

Me and my manpeice were surveying the Res today when I spotted a red headed woodpecker. This was too much of a coincidence because during my waste of time class this morning I recanted the story of the O.G Woodpecker.

When I was a little girl my father thought it would be a good idea to teach me how to box. My sparring partner was my mentally retarded freind Aury a.k.a El Pajaro Loco. My dad has a knack for dealing out nicknames. She had this infectious laugh that would make her whole body shake kinda like Woody Woodpecker, her namesake.

Well your probably thinking how cruel it is to make a "normal" little girl beat up on an m.r for the sheer amusement of the adults looking on- but she would kick my ass. We were 5-6 years old and I always had a good 10 lbs over her as well as a mean hook, but I couldn't bring myself to hurt her. Come to think of it I wanted her to take the glory of wailing on me. It was worth it to see how excited she would get when the adults praised her. Upon finishing this tale the kids in my class had shock and disbeleif written all over their faces. I reckon the adults had to get their kicks somehow.

What I didn't tell them was that sometimes her brothers would dip her fingers in hot sauce. They than made her stick her fingers in her mouth and the heat from the sauce would make her bust out in a jig. They would rally around her and she would hoot and holler for a bit. She loved the attention-it cracked her up.

Eventually my family moved away from the apartment complex and I never got to see Aury again. Which is a good thing because she could probably still kick my ass.

2005-10-29T08:16:00.000-07:00

Para Marianella-Capitulo Uno

"One should judge a man mainly from his depravities"-Klaus Kinski
My grandpa was a religious man. He was given the name Jesus when he was born and lived a life that brought service to others, similar to his namesake. But my grandpa was mortal and sin ran rampant in him, as it does in all of us.
He was elected mayor of his pueblo by his peers. A position of high distinction and honor in a small rural town high in the Andes. My grandpa was the head of the bank in this town as well. He held many charitable events for the towns poor people. One of his greatest deeds was taking in orphaned children. This was a big sacrifice considering he had 5 daughters and 1 son with my grandma. But he took in 3 street kids anyways- because he was a good man and because he could.
Well as the calender advances so does ones age and my grandpa retired from his post and moved to the U.S where his daughters had set up shop. In his senior years the old man drew closer to the book and to the lessons that are to be learned from the book. I was never interested in this form of scripture so I never bothered with the old man. He did bring a smile to my face when he decided to join a black baptist church. The old man liked to go on walks-he was a very independant man and he would take himself to his preferred catholic church miles away from my aunties house. As the story goes one day on his usual route to church he got tired and walked into a church where he could hear the singing and clapping from outside. He figured what the hell a church is a church and my dogs ache. From the moment he went in he became a convert. I remember him telling me how happy he was to be amongst people who revered his namesake with such maniacle passion and theatrics. I looked at it this way, you must have done a lot of wrong to need recompense like that.
After the old man passed on i found out he did.
My grandpa was named Jesus but he was far from a saint. He liked skirt too much as it turns out. His Mary Magdeline came in the form of a young paisana who worked the corner in his small pueblo town. Grandpa's last conquest rode him until he popped an anuerysm in his brain. He passed on and the contents of his will were distributed leaving me and my cousins some cows and a vicuna shawl. A letter was also found. The contents stated that the 3 adopted children he had taken in were his from affairs he had with young women. He had also fathered a child with my great aunt and that secret was kept from my grandma for 73 years.
They called my grandpa "Manos de Piedra" because he ran a tight ship with all them kids he had and he always believed in one being solely capable of acheiving their own financial success. He gave others handouts but never his own kids. Sometimes I get called "Manos de Piedra" and I smile because i know that that is the only thing that i have in common with the old man.

2005-10-27T19:52:00.000-07:00

Drogada
Opioides and the dance of softened synapes and temperate limbs.
It dulls the tide and helps the blows.
Legions of heathens have fallen prey including this one.