please, friends and other people, say something if you're alive as well!

Is this really who I am?
Is this really you?

You know the name.
You know the number.

Pillusaurus.

I'm so tired of seeing anti-cuban propaganda on the telly. And people believe this shit. It's unbelievable ( Read more... )

Last night I had a dream in which I returned to Mexico. Once again. And my father was with me this time. And for some reason the minute our plane landed, we were in San Cristobal and not in D.F. And although all of you know how I love Chiapas, I was sad, because I wanted to be in Mexico City to see something that's dearer for me ( Read more... )

Concussion. Dizzy head, aching. Feel like throwing up. Glasses broken in pieces. Bleeding forehead.

Children, don't do sports.

I'm going somewhere to get my head fixed.

Tonight I watched the motorcycle diaries. I realised it was about my own life.

I'm still where I found myself after I left Mexico. I need to think hard about this thing. Something must be done.

I wish there's going to be a war.

i'm so fucking depressed.

what is life but waiting for death?
I wait I wait I wait I wait I wait I wait I wait please come soon.

Too much booze. Too much lazy ass sleeping. Too much missing the past. Thank God I'm going to church tomorrow, perhaps I can find some peace of mind.

Now she's gone, like a shooting star......
Trail of dreams, tragic trail of fire

REJOICE! THE AGE OF THE FALL HAS BEGUN!