Thursday, December 24, 2015

Merry Christmas 2026

I hope you've all had amazing shit happen to you this year. It has been crazy good for me. So crazy I didn't even have time to set up my christmas tree. Yeah, I bought one of those plastic, all around "green" trees and didn't even get around to setting it up and decorating it. What a bummer. But I'll spend it with family and surrounded by love and real good food.

Let's make this the year of christmas-in-advance every day and show all those other religions and every other human being who thinks different to us that Christmas is all, Christmas is love, Christmas is John Lennon being shot by a fucking loon and that gun violence, police brutality and short term labor contracts are all you need, so that humanity can finally embrace crucifixion and magic as the true science of love in order to push our reality forward in a meaningful way. What the fuck am I saying?

Hugs, kisses and thanks to everyone who visits this website.

Monday, September 28, 2015


Here's a pic of the devil

merry christmas

you're going to see merry christmas if I'm elected

“I love Christmas.You go to stores now, and it doesn’t say Christmas. It says ‘Happy holidays.’ All over! I say, where’s Christmas? I tell my wife, ‘Don’t go to those stores.’ I want to see Christmas! Other people can have their holidays, but Christmas is Christmas. I want to see ‘Merry Christmas.’ Remember the expression ‘Merry Christmas?’ You don’t see it. You’re going to see it if I’m elected.”

(source: This salon article)

That was Donald Trump. Something is up. 

Saturday, September 26, 2015

Something is fucked

I'm sorry. I just needed to post all these photos first, before doing anything. I know it's been ages since things work this way. Shit is done, planned for, marketing produced way before it actually happens. Everything is pre-meditatedly perfected to get a certain result, a certain fool to buy a certain thing he or she doesn't need.

I don't know why it keeps blowing my mind. But it does, maybe in a morbid way. So I couldn't help but take a few screens the other day when the new host of the Late Show mentioned the pope had the power to move christmas up a few months to be on September the 25th. Stephen Colbert, the host of this extremely popular tv show, offered the pope a "humble" chair for him to come visit and sit on it. Truth is, the chair is the kind you would see wrestlers cracking onto each other's backs.
Even Charles Manson made it into the show. Manson, a Santa Claus like icon of American Pop Culture comparable to Marilyn Monroe, was used in a guessing game where Trump had to say whose quote was showing on the screen. The two options were Colbert and Trump himself. The last quote got him suspicious and he was able to throw it back by saying "it might be you. It's not me." And whose did it turn out to be? Well, none other than Manson's. 

Trump played along like a frat boy and somehow appeared to praise himself, or the production of the show or both for such a tough question. "Ooohhh. That was tough!" he howled condescendingly.

Hahahah. Oh, baby jesus.

I don't know but it is like christmas on TV. So good, while shit is on fire all over the real world, and it's just getting worse for more people. Punk zombies have it specially bad as shown on the documentary series Fear The Walking Dead :(

Saturday, August 1, 2015

Time frames

Merry Christmas!

Someone posted this picture on twitter. It shows "pan de muerto" a type of bread typically made for and sold during Día de Muertos, Day of the dead, which is in November (1 and 2).

It's the very beginning of August... and this is bread we're talking about (not silicone masks or something non-perishable).  I'm not sure how good of an idea is it to sell this so fucking early. That's one thing I don't think I've seen stores rush into, for example, selling the turkeys 3 months in advance. That'd kind of be overkill for food.

Something far more mysterious seems to be taking place here. Let's stay vigilant.

Monday, February 23, 2015

Sexy christmas.

Don't worry. I'm alright.
Although, it's getting hot, 
and I feel like I'm melting
Like a snow flake on the beach
There's nothing left
until next December
Maybe I will come back to life,
like a phoenix made of ice.
I'll be there, ready with my santa suit
heavy with presents and loss
You be too, ready with your sexy undies.

I'm alright.
Hanging in there until next christmas,
because it's never too early
to tell the world it's ok to dream of white.