“` bash Fri Apr 14 14:50:11 ~/studbook (master *) $ node db/seed.js right above var HorseSchema about to do mongoo.Promise … More
ok, not so much singing, it was Enrique Caruso, the insane brain-battered red cardinal who every sunrise sunset flies straight … More
At one point, we each of us get one very stupid fucking lieutenant. The unreachable one. The unteachable one. The … More
This bull, he bellow his death. This final bull, he take the thunder over his knee. This bull he tell … More
For this bull: 1. Death, he take his time. 2. Death, he file his nails. 3. Death, he take a … More
I come for you hombrelitos. I call for you by name. I bring to you your shame. I steal from … More
What troubles the mule less the fetid, the loiter, the faeces, the longing, the foul-breath, the larceny of death … … More
The elephant he come for the bull the nod of heads, the “ Okay, my friend … “ the trunk … More
The bull he walk off, like the elephant for his own words, with his own death. The quick understanding the … More
My mouth is a Moorish gate of rhinestones and piercings and spikes.
Our stones shear, like our religions. There’s the catch, the shiver. The believer, he beg for a river.
¡ Yeah, gargoyle ! ¡ Arribasé la cabeza ! Lift high your head ! Prepare to receive the bread, Baked … More
Our stones, they shear, they sheer like our religions.
I, the bull, became more tired than I ever knew was possible to grow tired and so sleepy and they … More
one calls out for that friend that saves the catch of breath that says “i know you, i see you, … More
The high thin clouds of memory persist blown like stirred like coffee dregs, stirred like gnats by a summer wind … More
the pain buys less drink every day only the high thin clouds of memory persist blown like stirred like coffee … More
How do we, dolphin, kill him, the shark? How do we, the eel kill the urchin? How do we, the … More
Lift the fear, like a child fallen, from a white kite well forgotten
Favor the fear, like a child. Feed it a broken wing of a bread. Leave it unburied, like our dead.
The scent of fear is kerosene and cancer
You floated far, fast, firm, forgotten like a kite.
The fear you lifted like a child fallen like a kite forgotten descends a cancer wind. One aches for a wing of a … More
Mary, i want to give; to turn the wide space open arid empty of my long-since death i, dead, still … More
Give the war its head. Let it choose … who are to be its dead.
spanish need not apply
Lift the fear like a child fallen from a white kite forgotten from the eyes of the cancer wind. One ached … More
Until she tipped her hand she showed the tipping point of, the full brim of, the fury at the fatherless … More
I have found The very ground, The rocks and sand, Where under my hand Entrusted by my family, I shall … More
My Colonel Kurtz’ was Colonel Highlander — a larger-than-life bull of an Infantry officer who was my battalion commander in … More