Heart Cerezo with Benedetti mexclado

with shelter, looking at your eye
heart of tha seed ,,,

- mxcalero



Pausa: 

Something of Benedetti
Enjoy!


 

sangre y perfume

 

sangre y perfume
aprendiz de nahual
3 times 3
those cruces are swimming but the fingerlings romp,
the feathers that flourished were from canaries miners,
nothing more 3 fingerlings 3
pens and clouds
hell raising  on midday sun
3 heart
lagarto blood,
 3 blue deer
3  fingerling.

Retrato, Pintura
Corazon entre Tres Alevines
Mixta on Warro
50 x 70 cms.
2011

Alejandro Bolaina Mike  

Candies for flies

candies for  flies (remaztered)

You most fly away…so fucking far away

There no promises here

, even love…

I smell your ether pheromone
Like bitch monochrome
…sugar skin

Those flies

it´s time to come back...
come baby into my teeth & ties
in my house of flies
through dead skin,
because this heart hurts me like a sweet knife
crimson blood
into the flesh and very deep in my bones
just liking madness on the dirty floor...
... that piece of human being...

You most fly away…so far away

There no promises here

even love…

we have to eat your flesh and blood

I know there’s a promised land but is not here…not in this crap

 candies for maggots please...

chico che vs the prodigy _this is bat country

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The last Gonzo shot

The last Gonzo shot

The curse of; 

Hunter Stockton Thompson  18 July 1937 - 20 February 2005

"They're gonna make it look like suicide"

"I know how those bastards think."

The last shot of Gonzo

The curse of;

“Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming "Wow! What a Ride!”

      

     

     The last shot of  Dr. Gonzo against that old skull, full of acid, a tired man, tired of every political shit that was happening, Nixon same motherfucker as Bush, the Christian intifada, the depression, the old savage shark, the violent teeth, the true words, too many cigarettes, too many acid, too many mexcaline, too many ether, too many is not too much when paranoia turns up; homicide?, suicide? Whatever, he was living from the old days, found his own edge, the torment in all that neurotransmitters, a tough drug warrior, those things that just is like the caffeine to us in mornings, a true rebel that let us a legacy to all of us that cover up with the flag for the free journalism, the other communication, but he maybe  ignored these things;  but passing years people look back to him, & remember  like he said that every time that we lit a cigarette in his honor, we most think like he did”, the internationalization of Gonzo, that stoned & subjective journalism against the classical politic view of Washington, that main enemy who  in these days it’s a political bloody  shit that is already fucking nations & towns all around the globe, that was the same savage beast that Gonzo was already hunting, he felt that he lost that battle, but not the war, cause we are here like a damn echo, stones that screw in the system shoe, all this insane fuckers whose before him & then him we just choose those paths of revelation & true, at least for the living of a good society, but maybe the real fight where every man & woman, children; those  that just not belong to the conventional thoughts, this failed beast system, so if we are in this ride of awareness fight, break the ticket, meanwhile take a mescal with orange & ginger beer, with your favorite drug meal, cause there is a long road to keep writing;  “Sleep late, have fun, get wild, drink whiskey and drive fast on empty streets with nothing in mind but falling in love and not getting arrested.”