Canciones de un Flowery Existencia?
No.
Es Flour-y ; not flowery like a petunia .
Pero un bag of Harina La Pina.
Cause we ain't slangin flores.
We makin metaphoric tortillas........


Sunday, August 29, 2010

La Stand-Up Comedia through el Ojo Rojo de Juaquin Murrieta

Fool being a Foo.
Lluvia de flores.
Chistes y Cuentas : chuecos y derechos.
With one good eye como El Bato Esteban Jordan.
Shit talkin, shit.
Spiritual dissection in four directions.
Don't forget mi erection.
Microphone : the metaphoric cuerno de chivo.
The Stage : un soap-box cochinera.
Spotlight: a smokey len-yo, so you may see clearer.
Freak-shit, but much weirder.
Queer and here, just don't stand to near, bra.
A thought, tough as love.
My anti-drug?... sometimes.
Or is it thee drug?...A dopamine river slitherin on the brain-wave.
Electric Pop Circus.
Feenin for the laughter.
Surprised by the tears that skeet from a comiks face; hidin behind the cackles of inebriated eyes and ears.
Fear what you might say.
But, Fuck it.
Say it any-way.
Master of Ceremony?
No.
Practice the ceremony : Allwayz.
Take a piss.
Standin or sittin.
Pretend to limpia mano.
SHOWTIME is here.
Remember, we discussed fear.
Tu nombre.
YOUR name has been called.
The musika is playin.
all you can ask yourself ... Will the Raza breath my name in?

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