A goal of mine
Is to shut out all the time
That has made me itching

For scratches of her cryin
For attacks of her velour
For her dances to ignore

The creases unkempt
To make it all repent
Make her unrake stitches

Pull unkind de ja vu
Pull the repent of her kill
Pull off all the caked, used glue

So Meccamputechture and Viscera Eyes are the only thing that saved Amputechture.

Nothing like bashing organized religion and still being able to retain your so called Mexican heritage. (See dad, if the Mars Volta do it, so can I.)

If you are a female, dope, amazing and can handle an alcoholic drunk male musician, do leave a comment.

For once I'm fiending for
Not a two bit compliment
But a multi-part layered
Connection of sad-soaked player
Through insanity croaking compliments

Open up the forums darlings.

Spring Break is welcome relief ( Read more... )

So finally brought home my labor of love. A Fender 93' Mexican Tele. Sure it's beat to shit, had to refret it (probably gonna need to get a new neck within the next year for it anyway), rewire some of it and spent almost a week fixing it up, but hey, it ain't bad for 50 bucks ( Read more... )

Neo-toned muted sounds ( Read more... )

Rigid breasts ( Read more... )

I can't help but relate to those unfinished lines and smiles.
Forsaken Berreta's and noon half-dashed lips.
Laying near comfortably the acrimonious falls and dips,
Of ice cube jeans and feathered hands that
Realize that dawn is approaching
And meteor invaders have encroached
The civil and disobedient
That don't relay messages
To the one's in

I want a torta. That sounds excellent ( Read more... )

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