Collapse - 2025
Society is at the brink of collapse. Our reading comprehension levels are going down, while media grabs attention more than a clown. Let those brave souls out. Leave. Begin. Start something anew. The words of tomorrow are yesterday’s promise. Propaganda masked as news based on all the commies. No authority outside you has the power to control or lead you. There is no book that life should be based on; write your own. Read; question everything you can, even the unknown. Nothing new boils under the sun, but the new age has created a new son. Reading is our only hope, unless the books you have are broke. We all know history is faker than a bottle of coke, so why haven’t you questioned the pope. The only way through is with the heart, ignore all else and make some art.
End of the world - 2025
Someone once told me, it’s better to create than to consume. Well, I said, that’s what crises teaches us, that we were made in the image of the creator. Instagram and social media platforms have made us curators, but the testimony of Jehovah was never a translator. Write, paint, move, just do something that is part of the new groove, you got nothing to prove, just all the time in the world to improve. The world change will bring chaos, it’s going to be so nice when the news outlets won’t be able to appeal emotions via pathos. No hierarchies, no levels, just humans doing what we were meant to do best and revel against the devil.
Since the end is almost near, I feel the need to question and ask how will the new world order drink beer. Everyone talks about world order as if humans have successfully organized for global peace, all we’ve done is draw a few lines and built borders with grease. Walls here walls there, collapse everywhere we look without a prayer. My brothers and sisters are fighting for their life, while others are sitting behind a screen trying to figure out the meaning of live. I’m mad, raged, angry at the small group of people making decisions for the rest of us, they only control and direct the news, change narratives, and profit all while being sus. Everyone knows who they are by now, we can all see them like an open field with one big cow. I hope they pay for all that which they’ve done, since they never had a pull the trigger of their soldier’s gun.
2025 - 2025
Had a baby, expecting another one.
Got married, not expecting another one.
Jokes. I love my wife, she’s the most beautiful thing God ever created. Then comes my son.
Gifts on gifts, on blessings on gifts,
Shitty, terrible, great, wonderful,
The good the bad and the ugly,
This year was great! Greatly overrated.
Jokes. I love my life, she’s the most beautiful thing God ever created. Then comes the sun.
Pretend with me for a second, pretend.
Say you got an invite to a divine party.
The invite came out of nowhere but now it’s in your hands, the ONE.
Invite says, “Divine party, from the ONE, undisclosed location. Attend will you?”
Let me tell you, I got that invite, but I was hard to get that invite. Shit’s been hard. I learned that I couldn’t bring I to the party. So who did I bring? I am still unsure.
But let me tell you, at that party, oh boy, the booze was great. It tasted sweeter than honey. The scenery, the feelings, the blessings, colors and gratitude and pure bliss to live and choose life, shit, crazy.
The entire time there, I was curious about the one who sent the invite, so I tried to find the ONE and he was nowhere to be found. Sorry, she was nowhere to be found. Regardless of the pronoun, the ONE was not there. Everyone at the party kept talking about the ONE, but clearly they were not there.
Some people said the ONE was too busy being so big we couldn’t see her, and other people were saying the ONE was too busy being so small we couldn’t see him. Yeah clearly, everybody was drinking too much!
Some other ones were saying stuff like “we’re all ONE,” hugging each other and dancing together, and having one on one conversations about the One. Man, just crazy people. The party needed more I’s, but they were not invited, only ones. Lucky for me, I wasn’t there because I’m not a one, I’m a 10/10.
About that marriage I was telling you about earlier, it was a petite event, only the braves one showed up, and the coolest part is we picked a cowboy instead of a priest to get us married. Talk about grabbing the bull by its horns. Talk about moving to a small Texas town. I can officially say I’m a Texan now, my ratios have adjusted slightly to 60% American and 40% Bolivian. Sorry mum, better listen to dad who always said, socks and boots on, yeehaw!
My wife is the best, she is the coolest, she is sexiest, the sweetest. She’s the best chef, multitasker of all time, a true loving beautiful blessing to my heart. When the pregnancy hormones kick, she a little crazy, but I love her just like that, she is unconditionally the best. I guess that’s how it feels to find your other half. Hard, difficult, fun, they make you a better, tougher man. It’s like grabbing the bull by the horns and having another bull on your ass.
All of that to say, we will celebrate our wholeness in the future with our kids, a big big very large big party, we’re just a tad busy at the moment. So just be on the lookout for an invite this 2026 from me or that ONE.
Happy new year.