It’s November 20201. The 27, at 1900 hours to be exact.

I was not working on notes or anything computer-related and was inspired from a few points of thought

1. Talented porquerias. There has been a cycle of it. I don’t say I cycle of them, but a cycle of it. Because I was one of them. I was an it.  I was a talented individual wasting so much time. Years to be exact. A decade to be even more accurate.
2. Thre crazy doesn’t come out. I am forever crazied. I say it in that particular tense because it’s not something I Was born with I am sure, but it is something I will have until I die.

The two thoughts are deeply interesting. I don’t know this night is moon-wise and it’s not important enough to even lookup.

I don’t understand it all completely but we just left a bunch of “waning gibus night and exactly right now landed on last quarter. …well yes it. is.

Now a beginner in moon phases would look this up in Google, and find this first result about it, which says nothing about “menguante.”

I only something about this because I am bio-dynamic permaculturist and this is the word for the last quarter day in which we can actually cut bamboo and anything else.

Now, what is Biodynamics?

What is Permaculture?

Possibly the most important questions of our time..

.. after someone like me says that everyone should be listening, but it’s a strong truth:

We are all under strong Voodoo.

It’s hard to stay focused on what’s right.

Half the time when we know what right there is right there; years of going against the grain when you know it’s against the grain.

Why?

Why am I addicted to playing with fire when I already died?

How I can I learn the same lesson over one thousand times?

and not learn and continue to choose to burn?

I have walked through hell so many times I left with the smell?

I have to coat myself in ten different herbal aromas and colones so no one can tell.

I have been there so much now I can resist the spells.

I come and go oh you know I am a regular down there.

When come up to your level with the flowers, the weakness and the perfect air

You can help but stare

You can’t help but care, and then right after that you can’t help but be scared.

You can’t help but dragon up and hold safe in the lair..

You know in your hart that anytime I want I can be your worst night -mare

you know in your heart that anytime I want I can take down the bear

the same bear that makes you scared.

the same bear that also hibernates in his lair,

the same bear that love his cubs

and just because a bear can -0 does not mean he will kill you just because,

and if  you put that on him when he did no crime, you my friend have committed the ultimate lie

condemning a noble spirit for things he has not done,

for telling your lies you hold the gun.

This bar was in fact noble, actually the nobelist,

but you make your decisions in fear, like a novelist

you invented yourself into things that are not true.

you controlled others and said it was not you,

you said the excuse was that the bear was dangerous,

but in truth, our mistake was thinking you were one of us.

I wrote to those who attacked me using my young. just a bit a s I always do ..ven though I am ashamed of it..

I could give a f less before about the dumb selfish whoe you uses other lives for such novel things, this is same way the same bitch clipped my wings…

and I watch it happen to my own who is brainwashed and deceived to her bones, daily for a decade what kid deserves that shit,

all because of the black hole person her mother that piece of

and I don’t who was worse mine or hers,

but I can pretty much feel in my soul that the world is not theirs.

I been to hell so many times I have devil feeet..

I come back to a world with no idea what lies beneath, my mind is jaded from, my trust in others is weak,

I have to work my samurai skills so good they fix my soul’s seat.

And now years later there just isn’t another samurai-like me….

I am star of the movie, just as only and  on repeat.

Why does the crazy never die…

In my case since I opnd my mthfkn yes crazy was the time

from the ages benzine crazy was the rhyme,

Th hardest muthrfucker I knew from the hardest mutherfking crew, and I know this is ture

at that time we were the prim and now it;s like story time

I am the only one left, in central America all by myself,

I am the only still in thee move,

hell just the other day I was in the groove,

just the other I saved a life

in a hood that you prolly don’t try

to ven go inside,

and in all that I was the only mother fucker to mthfkn ride

and ride hard l;like the y ard that I can from taught me

the old that I know came right behind me

I was the G on the scene for just that theme,

when the fake had no place I rose to the top

like an ace, like a place for the natural king of the thing,

it was like the real became steal and all else sand.

it was like the music changed completely that came from the same band,

it was like truth took the lead all by itself,

and I was just there the honest elf,

but in the end my friends, I have to tell ya

you know me homies, and I would not spell ya

in that very moment where lies cannot be

I really muthafking was that ultimate g,

and I don’t know for sure I will let you decide

but I don’ think champions com from eyes,

I don;lt think thy are picked by other men

and I don;t think there exists another eend,

I think what we ar dealing with in killers like me

is real killing strength from the real killing tree.

And the deep will recognize it the rest will hate

and this is simply the true killers fate,

and for some weird reason, I will never understand

there is a killer I know that made friends with a man.

And thy helped each other in a diamond way, to get to new places

and its new places we must say.

We must learn from this example super rare, super pure

we must recognize in this one of a kind root lies the cure,

for ultimate performance in the face of the devil.

Cause that is the only thing in our sites as hell-goers

the muther fucking level.

Many men say your crazy b – you thin k you can dance with the ultimate evil being…

they are shocked a shit when I say “this muthfr!!?? this muthfkr knows mee!!?”

I have to remember and remind myself, I am a real mutherfucker who regularly dines in hell.

that scared the shit out of the average entity who at the same time, sits there and fucks with me.

Thats another dynamic of the crazy …

They don’t know , they don’t have a concept about us, about New Mexico, about me.

PAnama they say a 3rd world country. Thank God that is not true and this place saved me.

It saved me cause the people are the chillest the is. It saved me cause I was out of the fizz.

It saved me because it’s absolute paradise, it saved me because it has a side not so nice.

It saved me because I held on strong, it saved me because I resisted the wrong.

It saved that is for sure, the nature here so strong and so pure.

Som how I knew to stay true I knew to stay tough I knew the truth.

I had help from powerful spirits around, on the other side and above me spirits profound…

three is doubt I am lucky to tell this story of mine,

this story of hell…

and to those who knew me and can testify to the truth of the rear story that would otherwise be loos,

if not for the Angels that do what they do,

if not for the journey of dedicated truth,

I am still here true through and through

and I can’t find a gram of respect for any of you,

except for about 5 total people in my life

\which is also insane

for the Duke City line.