

One dozen digital flowersHappy anniversary, sweetheart. To show you how much I love you, From the bottom of my heart, One dozen digital flowers Just make sure not to put them in water Because there's no better way to tell you how I feel Than through pixelation.One dozen digital flowers
Countinging the 1's and 0's that make up a single petal
Is like counting the infinite ways I love you. Doesn't the crisp pixelation take your breath away? Every microscopic square is a kiss from me to you. And that sweet white noise of the processor's hum, that's our song. I want to copy and paste you all over my mind.


So Far So Good“You broke my fucking string again, man! That’s twice this week!” Seven had been a bit edgy as of late. He had his reasons. “Shit, I’m sorry,” Adam replied with a smile. It was hilarious to see Seven get angry. His whole life he hadn’t been able to get rid of his stereotypical Mexican accent. Imagine Speedy Gonzalez getting angry, but with a slightly lower pitched voice. He even looked like Speedy. He had a round cheeky face with a small round nose, and he was short as hell. I think he was about 5’So Far So Good


What's your 2nd tongue?Exile, assimilation, broken roots, and lack of cultural identity-these words aren’t known to everybody. Sure, you can look them up in your Oxford, but to those fortunate enough to be born in this country the experience of these ideas will forever go unknown. These were the themes discussed at Segundas Lenguas, translated as Second Tongues: a literary event that went down at the Toronto Women’s Bookstore as a part of Salvador Allende Arts Festival for Peace. The goal of the event was to promote marginalized artists and cultures. Proceeds went to the Latin American Coalition Against Racism and the Latin American Artists organization. &nbsWhat's your 2nd tongue?


LegendsLegends are trees rooted in the ground of our reality Children climb up and explore A world within a world They add life to the air we breathe.Legends
Legends always face north The heart’s compass Mapping out the world They give us direction
Legends never sleep They crawl into our dreams Into a world within a world They flow through the stream of consciousness
Legends flow downstream And disappear down waterfalls Escaping only as a mist Into thin air
Legends don’t reflect off mirrors Like Dracula, but not quite. No,
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Exit to EternityExit to EternityExit to Eternity
Soaked in light by blood Thirst. Drenched in dark by black Blood. Thirst drinks Blood, And Blood kills Thirst. This is when I grew in Mud. Dropped high and wings tear First. crawling on ground began my Childhood. Lost in dark, Shadow I am. Faint in light,Shadow I am.
Soaked in light by human Wisdom. Drenched in dark by stingy Human. Wisdoms eats Human, And Human kills Wisdom. This is when I grew in Divine Plan. Placed high and wings cry Freedom. Jumping on land began living as a Man. Lost in dreams, Kno
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