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No entiendo, por qué si hay tanta gente preparada y estudiada, nos dejamos que nos hagan tanta injusticia.

Se roban a los niños, no decimos nada. Nuestra alcalde lava dinero, no decimos nada. Respiramos caca por las aguas negras, no decimos nada. Se nos va la luz y el agua en el día más caliente del año, no decimos nada. Cuáles pinches cholos , más bien somos una bola de j@*#% pero eso sería una ofensa para la comunidad LGBT, ellos sí tienen huevos para manifestarse y reclamar sus derechos.

Rant over, mejor voy aceptar que tengo un kink sumiso como el resto de Tijuana y compro mi correa.

Hace unos años iba al cinemex muy a seguido con una promoción que tenían de mitad de precio. Era creo que los miércoles, o los martes lo confundo con la promo del cine que está en grossmont. Saben si todavía sigue, si si, que día? Si no, hay otras promos similares en Cinépolis?

Tal vez no por mucho tiempo….ojalá por uno largo, tal vez por el resto de mi vida.
Ya me cansé de correr, de esconderme,
De buscarle solución a lo que simplemente
Será.
La última vez que habite esta bella ciudad,
Fui asaltado entre dos personas y terminé mudándome a San Diego.
lugar Donde tampoco estoy muy cómodo ya que siempre Opino de más, la sociedad y mi percepción de la moral. Como dice la canción; “heaven’s gonna burn your eyes”.

Me quise escapar nuevamente de ese ciclo vicioso y regresé. Pero sigo igual, no puedo cerrar los ojos, lo miro todo y me pregunto si estoy en el purgatorio o en el infierno….Eso me pasa por andar leyendo el infierno de Dante. 😮‍💨

Mis vecinos tienen una vibra bien pesada, son del extranjero y no se si les incomode mi presencia pero a mi ya me incomodaron con sus gritos y amenazas en creole, lo que a mi me suena como rituales de brujería . Jajaja🫣.

Tal vez sea mi conciencia que me pesa, pero al final del día me pregunto…. Cuánta gente vive así? En una psicosis alucinatoria, por qué se que estoy pirata, pero wow…que vibra tan rara tiene Tijuana a veces.
Hasta me da un poco de risa, el concepto de mictlan, los Xolos siendo nuestro equipo. Algo caóticamente poético.

Me pregunto qué pecados estamos pagando todos en esta ciudad, por qué parece que todos estamos entre las llamas aquí.
Me pregunto si un final fatal es el único resultado para un muchacho raro como yo.
Me pregunto si Dios es real en un lugar como este… preguntas que yo pensé que ya me las sabia, pero miro niños, mujeres, gente queriendo salir adelante, Y digo, no todos andan en el desmadre , no todos son demonios.
En momentos de silencio siento una paz interior que me dice: no todo lo bueno es tan bueno y no todo lo malo es tan malo.

Te amo Tijuana , como me encantaría seguirme enamorando de ti, gracias por hacerme sentir. Virgilio as el paro y ayúdame abrir la puerta, simplemente sou un pobre poeta.

"Do you mind if I ask? How long have you worked at being a fireman?"
"Since I was twenty, ten years ago."
"Do you ever read any of the books you bum?"
He laughed. "That's against the law!"
"Oh. Of course."
"It's fine work. Monday bum Millay, Wednesday Whitman, Friday Faulkner, burn 'em to ashes,
then bum the ashes. That's our official slogan."
They walked still further and the girl said, "Is it true that long ago firemen put fires out instead of
going to start them?"
"No. Houses. have always been fireproof, take my word for it."
"Strange. I heard once that a long time ago houses used to burn by accident and they needed
firemen to stop the flames."
He laughed.
She glanced quickly over. "Why are you laughing?"
"I don't know." He started to laugh again and stopped "Why?"
"You laugh when I haven't been funny and you answer right off. You never stop to think what
I've asked you."
He stopped walking, "You are an odd one," he said, looking at her. "Haven't you any respect?"
"I don't mean to be insulting. It's just, I love to watch people too much, I guess."
"Well, doesn't this mean anything to you?" He tapped the numerals 451 stitched on his char-
coloured sleeve.
"Yes," she whispered. She increased her pace. "Have you ever watched the jet cars racing on the
boulevards down that way?
"You're changing the subject!"
"I sometimes think drivers don't know what grass is, or flowers, because they never see them
slowly," she said. "If you showed a driver a green blur, Oh yes! he'd say, that's grass! A pink
blur? That's a rose-garden! White blurs are houses. Brown blurs are cows. My uncle drove
slowly on a highway once. He drove forty miles an hour and they jailed him for two days. Isn't
that funny, and sad, too?"
"You think too many things," said Montag, uneasily."I rarely watch the 'parlour walls' or go to races or Fun Parks. So I've lots of time for crazy
thoughts, I guess. Have you seen the two-hundred-foot-long billboards in the country beyond
town? Did you know that once billboards were only twenty feet long? But cars started rushing by
so quickly they had to stretch the advertising out so it would last."
"I didn't know that!" Montag laughed abruptly.
"Bet I know something else you don't. There's dew on the grass in the morning."
He suddenly couldn't remember if he had known this or not, and it made him quite irritable.
"And if you look"-she nodded at the sky-"there's a man in the moon."
He hadn't looked for a long time.
They walked the rest of the way in silence, hers thoughtful, his a kind of clenching and
uncomfortable silence in which he shot her accusing glances. When they reached her house all its
lights were blazing.
"What's going on?" Montag had rarely seen that many house lights.
"Oh, just my mother and father and uncle sitting around, talking. It's like being a pedestrian, only
rarer. My uncle was arrested another time-did I tell you?-for being a pedestrian. Oh, we're most
peculiar."
"But what do you talk about?"
She laughed at this. "Good night!" She started up her walk. Then she seemed to remember
something and came back to look at him with wonder and curiosity. "Are you happy?" she said.
"Am I what?" he cried.
But she was gone-running in the moonlight. Her front door shut gently.
"Happy! Of all the nonsense."

I kind of have a “fuck it” kind of attitude about bike safety. I know that because I’m riding a bike, people see me as sub human and undeserving of basic human needs like a a safe way of traveling to my destination.

it deeply saddens me that other people won’t ever experience the joy of riding a bike, the freedom it gives you to just soar through the wind and not having to ask your wallet or the gas station permission to get somewhere.

Yesterday during my ride I stopped to take a picture of a flower and in the process I said fuck it, let me take a pic of my bike. Someone walking on the other side of street said to their friend: “don’t you wish someone looked at you the way he looks at his bike?”. I felt kinda goofy, but how can you not be romantic about cycling, in a world where everything revolves around money, regardless of political affiliation. A bike doesn’t ask you for jack, and she’s always there for me, in my best and darkest moments, I know I can just hop on that bitch and she won’t ask me for a dollar.

​If I die on this hoe, as corny as it sounds, I’ll be dying in love.

(Taken from a comment I wrote on a different post)

Please be really careful out there everyone, wear visible clothing and bring a flashlight with you.
Especially in neighborhoods like this where sidewalks are none existent.

I don’t have premium so I’m not sure if this was a hit and run situation, drunk driver or just an asshole. Either way, we need to stop normalizing this, this is not okay.

Not a rope dart, but a meteor dart. Same principles , two heads.

This has become the most predictable and boring sub I have ever been witness to. It is what it is,
And at this point this is the Armenians personal fb page and you can tell just by the fact that half the posts are titled “up emmm”.
As a fellow drunk and vagabond . Go off, but I’m done seeing it on my feed. Good bye!

When all my feathers are gone,
I wonder if the wind will remember my smell,
If the sky will remember my name.
Whatever happened to our old nest,
And that little egg with the special name?

I wish I could fly away, but I think it’s too late.
I’m getting used to my new cage.
Nobody knows, that I wasn’t always a man.
I was once a bird, and I used to live right there, Amongst the wolves and prey.
They could never catch me, I was too fast for them.
If they ever do, at least my little Zen,
Found themselves a new nest.

***rear***
Someone please help, I’m tired of having to drive my truck just to go to the store. I’m looking to buy btw not get it for free. Thanks

Si piensas que esto se va resolver con el simplemente ignóralos , están equivocados. El pueblo americano está dispuesto a sacrificar a su propia gente para poder deshacerse de nosotros. Pregúntale a Renee Good y Alex Prett. Hay que escoger de qué lado de la historia vamos a estar, la UN hará lo mismo que hizo por la gente de Palestina y Ukrania , absolutamente nada.

El pueblo unido , jamás será vencido. Que no se nos olvide las primeras 5 palabras de nuestro himno nacional.

https://www.cbs8.com/article/news/2-teens-killed-3-injured-in-crash-on-sr-52/509-946504b9-49d2-4d72-a4fa-f1373b38e28f

I met the 16 year old boy who was driving while at Kearny mesa, I remember him telling me they were doing extasy and drinking at the beach and on the way back the accident happened.
he said was probably not going to get a lot time since that section of the road he was on was known for causing accidents, and he had a good lawyer. Wonder how much time he ended up doing cause he said they were working on a deal for a year.

The second case is of a 10 year old boy who got charged with murder after stabbing his 12 year old best friend to death.
Never talked to the kid but I saw him once in a hall while being moved housing units or something. He was so fucking small the smallest clothes on him looked huge, I just couldn't believe he was in there for murder.

I thought it be interesting to write a piece about how both of them were, how their experience while incarcerated differed, and where they're now.

What a trip, met up with my baby mama in our flow spot where we first kissed. Teen suicide just happened to be doing a show there, the venue they were going to originally play at didn’t work out.