Hole in my head

wake up to find a hole in my head

don't get up, i'll mess up the bed

don't get excited, the hole could get righted

don't fly away, just lay and decay

don't try to hide, it finds you in time

instead, let it go

it'll consume you, so nothing can grow
it'll fuel you, so things go real slow
it'll include you, and everyone you know

The hole, which started in bed, seems to have made it around my head!

The hole took its time, like pickles in brine, and soon everything seemed to feel fine.




But the truth was much worse,
like some sort of curse,
like dreams still unearthed,
like love without worth,

the hole ate my soul, and with such a toll, my spirit let go

And the outside smile, so vivid and wild, gave mask to the life that inside had turned vile.

"you can't hide from your writing, so don't even try"

I don't fuck around with silly games, or made up names.

There is no time for secret ways, or made up days.

There just no more life in something when two don't play at it.

I don't meant to be inconsiderate.


But no one plays me, not even a little bit.

My ADD is killing me.

In both a physical and metaphorical sense.


It's probably not even clinically testable, but I'll be dammed if I can focus on anything longer than a few minuets.


It makes for a life full of bursts of moments, seconds of interaction.

It makes for life of brief encounters.



I need this fixed

I feel like I can't do this alone, but I probably will have to.


Unless that isn't true at all.




This is the flaw.

It's hard for me to feel anything.

Will we go to heaven or will we go to hell. It's my understanding that neither are real.

"Don't worry about mine, imma grind till I get it"

"And if you don't believe me then leave me be"

a tired mess is better than a useless body.

"The world is always ready to receive talent with open arms"




I know what I need to do.

Now lets just set up my life for that.

Simplest love.

I don't even know what I am feeling right now.

This decade is almost over, and I try to remember where I was when it began.

A house in Mexico City, I had spent the better part of the night trying to explain how to play football to the Mexican kids in my broken Spanish, the evening was wrapping up so we went into a sort of living room and watched the TV and waiting for it to become midnight.

The fireworks outside were exploding as my little sister, mother and I watched the millennium die and be reborn into where we are now. Her next year would be her last, and the next ten years would make me who I am today.


A decade passes, life was so simple, what will another decade do to my life?

If we're all slices of each other than what slice am I to you?
I want to be your best slice, and I want you to be mine.

Eventually the mind gives up as well, and it's hard to bounce back from that.

get me out of here.

get me back here.

The clouds parted and they told me a story:

"Don't search for fame,


Don't search for glory.


Keep your eyes blazing and keep their sight blurry.


The clouds part when you ask them, so never ever worry."

The choices I make.
And the faces I take.
The love we ache.
My heart won't break.

Road blocks and chopping shops, cigarette smoke, and armored cops

A mighty wind, inside stocks, strange blend, unhinged locks.

One undead dream, one living hope, faceless nights, golden rope