Me dueles.

..Samui. Samui, desu.

My bones ache, out of the blue. Why in Hell..?

My blood scalds me so bad, so suddenly, so violently, that it both startles and irritates the bejeezus outta me. Who—or what, mind me and my existentially aware/politically corrected way phrasing of this existential inquiry—the fuck did I manage to successfully piss off so bad this time?

What, indeed.

This, mind you, could be me ‘unconsciously empathizing a third party’s frustration’. It could. Could, I said. But it's not me goin’ nuts. Scratch that out. F’get that.

This feels..like an all-out...affront.

Who the fuck is getting me all riled up??

Something is changing, people; something is gonna happen. And you can quote me on that later, too. What gets to me is that I can’t get a good whiff of it—tell if it’s good or bad. But I have a very, very, veeery strong feeling that it’s gonna be a ‘maker’ or ‘breaker’ for a lot of people I know, and that just takes away yards from that innately short fuse, and a few more years off my life, too. And gets me all the more shifty and shit.

So, I’ll just go ahead and put the challenge, or invitation, pheh, out there:


Come out, come out, whoever you are...

..Come and get your piece.



Mis manos están frías de nuevo, de la nada. Y me dueles. Me dueles como si fueras mío.