"....its not me, its you...."

no but really...


South Florida has proved obnoxious in its reliability to be somewhere i can extol the virtues of being unproductive.


not much anything got accomplished.

i can only begin the blame with myself. i could never fault Carlos with these things....


Late night TV movies, lack of sensible haircuts, i don't even know what I am gonna do now. Sweat descends upon every tooth in my mouth, anxiety-ridden bedspreads and regrettable strawberry daiquiris. Forgotten mixtapes filed away in my mind play out loud whenever they choose to. its like some sort of suffocating heartbreak because there never is enough time to just enjoy the music.

this soundtrack of life passes like the thief in the night. days bleed into the next with dried blood on the hilt of the blade. The knife twists ever so slowly until i am covered in unfeeling oblivion...

Frantic excursions, passports, foreign airports, language immersion...am i really going to put myself through this again? the xenophobia, culture clash, only time will tell if it will all pass. for i keep living in the past fucking the future....






but it makes much more sense to live in the present tense.