accidents...

accidents are simply, different directions to keep moving forward.

translations

ever had someone update you on your thinking?
you'll come up with a fun thought about something new, like : you know what would be great? if they had PEANUT BUTTER in the same jar as MAYONNAISE..
you have some asshole friend saying "they already invented that. that is not  INNOVATIVE."
when this happens i dont know if i should thank them for the knowledge or feel delayed in current events.

audience...

likes to be represented but not predictably.

SMILE when destruction is near.

some food not to use in the bedroom...

1) fondue (OBVIOUSLY! anything boiling is already a bad idea, but something boiling and likely to drip... best stay away from. 2) veggies. (what kinda lame bland kinda sex are you having that you think carrots are gonna help?) 3) gum (it turns the focus of sex into a bubble blowing contest.) 4)oatmeal (you'll begin arguing over how organic is it and what milk choice was made) 5) alphabet soup (you MIGHT spell the wrong person's name...) 6) popcorn (you partner might suspect you're filming them... which if you ARE... just, let'em know before hand) 7) anything that has a "clearance" sticker on. 8) candy (you dont need more sticky stuff to add to the scene) 9) anything that envolves a lot of pealing... 10) steak (you might get stomach cramps)

in the sorta-middle... (a meaningless rant about important things)

too immature for grown-ups. too mature for kids. too girly for guys. still a boy to ladies. too straight for the rainbow. too queer for the heterosexuals. very unhappy for the optimists. but extremely joyous for the realists and pessimists. terrible writer who fights with words but too agressive for the pacifists. too mexican in the states; WAY too affected by the american media for the mexican culture. dedicated and lazy for my work, still; passionate and aware of how irrelevant it all is in the grand scheme of things. quiet when ALMOST necessary. but too loud, even at a punk show. life is beautiful-life should be destroyed. the right to live vs the obligation to die. too confused to know what i need, but certain of what it is that i want. stubborn and patient, accompanied by great friends, still, feeling left out and alone. respecting the personal bubbles when what i want the most is to cuddle. if only i could organize the mess i crave. if only i could concretely manifest the abstractions i think. more IS less and words are still pictographic. and out of everything important here... nothing is still the sum of it all...

an audience wants an upgrade, not a change.

hope does fly, rather it may glide.

hope came out from the darkness, as fragile, as light as a paper airplane relying on the wind to take it far away. the only weight such paper carried was the ink in which a poem was written with the intention of, somewhere, somehow, find a reader.