Many of life's failures are people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up. --- Thomas A. Edison (1847 - 1931)

a bit of los angeles



Luna Sol

Translation:

When the sun and moon first met
time seemed to stand still
as though concentrating on each other
and no on else around

the moon was distraught over past love gone wrong,
the sun only desperately wanted to catch a glimpse of her

shine lovely moon so grand, beautiful is your spirit
the sun, from the distance... just... admires her
she can feel his warmth
right at the moment... they pass

and so... sun shines, moon glows,
things are better left this way
day passes night
then brings the moon between the stars...


------- Quetzal

sometimes, i am so butta that i spread myself out too thin.

its official.. i HATE cherry tomatoes

The intuitive mind is a sacred gift and the rational mind is a faithful servant. We have created a society that honors the servant and has forgotten the gift.--- Albert Einstein

last night at the gym, i saw scott. about 8 years ago, i went to a strip club for my friend's bachelorette party. how do i remember his name was scott? well, because he was the only dude i thought was cute and everytime he came out, my friends put dollar bills over my head. him and my forehead caught cozy ( i wouldn't let him kiss me in the lips. yes, i was prude back then.. or was it insanely devoted to my bf? i forget). for the longest time, my bf at the time wouldn't kiss me on the forehead. he said, "you never know what funk you got from sc-ooohhh-tt. jealous booger.

working out at studio city's ballys is fun. see, in west la, they play soft rock. i can't be working out to the tunes of white snake.

his name is the rock. THE rock. not just rock but THE rock.damn. can i be THE alfie?

Distinct boundaries exist
In the hearts of many
Never can delve into the psyche
Infiltrate mines with shots
Of humanity

But it was too late

They bit into he shit served
To them on silver platters
As they savor the taste of fallacies

Possession of minds
Obsession to grim
Can make a good movie

Fools pay $9 dollars a ticket
Jus to see them
Prancing on the screen
Laughing at themselves
Crying to themselves
Being disgusted with themselves
Only to go home in their SUV’S
In which they bought with their
Own blood
To continue the sequel of their
Miserable screenplay
In which they written for themselves

Yesterday, I saw you flex a mental thought
Showing gears turn
Even without the turn of the handle
And today,
You resemble more of a 70’s
Rick James freakazoid android
Complete with a disk programmed
By Big Brother as he hold
Your hand with his right
And cops the remote
With his left.